You can't make up for broken dreams when you're on your knees, tearing up designer jeans you bought when you were just nineteen. Remember October leaves and the crowded streets? The kids they used to laugh and scream, and lie between their missing teeth. I love it when you're on your phone when we're all alone. You make me feel so valuable. Caught it between dead dial tones. I hate it when you drink too much and you're cute as fuck, entangled in my dirty sheets and lie between your perfect teeth.
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