something tells me that evil is at work
with his nicely pressed shirt and suburban smirk
seems wholesome but got a hole deep in him
and some girl somewhere too hurt to forgive him
promised her all, but never got none
he says no words as she stares at the sun
so she can never see another man's face
and she can slow her thoughts down to a snails pace
he's got her but then again he doesn't get her
quite unrequited as she indulges in the liquor
if he don't love her then Jack will
Apparently so, cause they sleep by the windowsill
she used to cry in the morning when he would leave
now she's dead to the world with no time to bereave
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