Tony’s got a letter. He knows who it’s from but
It’s smeared with mascara, soaking with rum
Stupid behavior, he looks past the words
Hopes he can answer to what he remembers
Her heads on the bar. Can hear her words slurring
3 or 4 more and morality’s blurring
Shocking she’s written from silence and time
Doesn’t care now if it’s just curses and lacking in rhymes
Eyes rolling over admit what is done
She pulls it together right back to square one
Say you don’t know the lines on my face
But it’s all I can do to remember the pace of your
Hips thrown around me. It lasts in the dark
Trust in too much. You don’t know who we are
Let’s hold on to substance. That’s all that is here
Doesn’t care now - it’s just the numbness is creeping in with the years
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