Friday love,

Green behind me,

Years, and machines,

The way you walk around Me?

I fucked it up,

Cause you did first,

You carried her around,

Hid your mints in her purse.

You drank some and poured that

Over me,

Cause I had you locked in,

Locked in for tragedy,

Thought I could hide it,

My life is about riding it,

I am just making circles,

Turning them in rotation,

Circling you,

Trying a new view,

But I deleted your info,

I let it never show,

I am a secret person,

With a darkened blinder.

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