Listening through your part of what I could not title
When everything was best replaced with your name,
The beaded rain pressed up against the windshield;
I am coming to see you as more of a stranger,
Sleepless panels and cheap alcohol grain.
Spent behind a lockless door,
This is the home I shared with you,
Secrets set into the navy blue,
A stressless strain, out came the truth.
How quickly snuffed, or spoken youth...
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