Deadbeat Receipts


True tears for the years that you missed
You appear as a myth
A package wrapped with no gift
A strong shift
You dipped and stripped me of a wish
Never there when I needed a lift
I never slit my wrists
But the pain stays in my grip
I sit and think about the life that you were picked
It's sick and I get the feeling that I'm on a sinking ship
No tips for me at all or calls that sound legit
I guess I wasn't on your list or a big enough target for you to hit
If only I could forget

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