e s c a p i s t s
i was bruised when we met
black and blue in my head
you called me a pessimist
tired of life when you told me
i hadn't lived, seventeen
watched you drown
your worries in high-proof drinks
craving to feel different stories
clearly having problems of your own
i stayed for a kiss of your liquor lips
you left me alone but
you never broke my heart
you only made me sick
we once looked like shooting stars
but we were just
actors and escapists
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