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Feb. 15th, 2017

I confess: I messed up,
dropping I'm sorry like you're still around.
And I know, you dressed up--
Hey, kid, you'll never live this down.
You're just the boy all the boys wanna dance with,
and I'm just the boy using too many chances.
I'm sleeping on your folks front porch again,
dreaming.

I don't blame you for being you,
but you can't blame me for hating it.
I set my clocks early 'cause you know I'm always late.

Write me off, give up on me,
'cause, darling, what did you expect?
I'm just off-- a lost cause, a long shot,
don't even take this bet.
You can make all the moves,
you can aim all the spotlights,
get all the sighs and moans just right--
I don't blame you for being you,
but you can't blame me for hating it.