bookend cliche for the modern romance

im not the man that you wish I was
im not the boy that you fell in love with

i only see myself as a killer

i only see you as my sister

so break your heartache
with this bottle of vodka

slam the phone down
with your false bravado

throw the pillows across the room

get up to grab them
you need the comfort

turn the lights off
so i cant see you crying

but i can hear you

i always hear you

you aren’t the woman that i believe in
you aren’t the girl that i fell in love with

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