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As you drive home drunk,
I see you
all tangled hair and
wild eyes, but
I can’t recall
their color.

it wasn’t love
it wasn’t love
it wasn’t love

I tried to take my body
away from you, and I’ve
been hiding.

it wasn’t love
it wasn’t love
it wasn’t love

Text me when
you are get home
I shouldn’t have
felt safe with you.

It wasn’t love,
but it was pretty
damn close.

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