When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope you hate him more than you know, yes I wrote this for you.
You need him. I could be him...I could be an accident but I'm still trying. That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I'll appreciate and value, get off my ass and call you...but in the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up with my pants on at 4:00 in the afternoon.
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