I'm the last to hear what at drag your life is now
Since you spend your Evening's at your strange friends house
Whilst I'm in the bath
Looking back
At how we were,
and how we are now
I know you read my message at 11:03
You chose not to answer me
Maybe you're forgetting who we are,
and what we stood for
Maybe you're regretting ever loving me at all
I'm the last to get off this life/ love roundabout,
but you spend all your change
In the non- committal Arcade
I'm left last
Is this how we are?
What now?
I know you read my message at 11:03
You chose not to answer me
Maybe you're forgetting who we are,
and what we stood for
Maybe you're regretting ever loving me at all
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Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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