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I heard a rumour
Just like a tumour
You’d rotted from
The inside out,
Darling.

It’s a shame, true,
That I can’t save you
And your fake friends
Will all let you drown

Why do they tell me
What I don’t need
to know?
My not knowing
Is part of letting go
All it does is renew
My need to take care of you
A you that no longer exists
There’s more to my life than this

I hear a rumour
That you don’t love her
You’re rotten from
The inside out,
Darling.

That’s not fair to her
Not to me, either
I love a ghost
You love a fantasy

It was me
Every single time
For you
It was me
I was there
I heard the rumour
And I came running
You left me
Crying
on the hotel
shower floor
I loved you more
Than anyone who’s
Ever loved you
It was me
Every single time
I came to save the day
It was me
I loved you
You threw me away


There’s a reason all your real friends left
And there’s no one to blame but you

I’m not your keeper
That ship has sailed

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from Sweetest Tongue, Sharpest Tooth, released October 5, 2020

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Le Bas-fond San Francisco, California

Soprano, composer, cute animal enthusiast, synesthete. Aspiring werewolf. Graveyard girl. Like Snow White, only more maudlin. Reina Indígena. "tougher than the toughies and smarter than the smarties!"CREAG AN TUIRC.

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