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I was right.

Isn't that what counts?

By Eve Luxembourg Published 3 years ago 1 min read

When your mother says I am the best thing for your life

She is right,

She is right,

She is right.

And when we sat by the river and you said it was a lackluster night

And I reached to the water and told you that was a lie

I was right,

I was right,

I was right.

And when the panic boils up one day and I tear out my insides

And you don't you call the police, you just watch the blood dry

Everyone will ask you why

And you say she never liked the look of the red-white-blue lights

Well, you would be right.

And maybe it was the truth when my sister said

A man by your side is two in your bed

And a large crow flies long before he comes home to rest

And I grew tired of being your nest…

And when you are given your final rights

You see regrets and joys of your life

And when you see me dancing across your mind,

Twice.

You’ll be right,

You’ll be right,

You’ll be right.

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About the Creator

Eve Luxembourg

Currently taking life far too seriously. I wish I read more than I wrote, yet here we are. I am incredibly cyclical and I like to write down my mind before it shifts.

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