Little Lies

I’ve been trying to write something you’d like to read

None of it has been coming out right

Can you stay hooked to me like a USB

Input in me inspiration and memory

I think I just want you to come home

Are you coming home already?

I’m smoking mad cigarettes

And my hands aren’t steady

Too much alcohol in my system

Because I’ve been trying to recreate the feeling

Of what it is like to be with you

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