Yesterday (my muse)

Walking with memories
Most of them terrible
Aren't I tedious?
Holding the hand of fate
And gripping it until it squirms
I make the truth want to jump off a bridge
But I can't ever master a bridge
My fingers clumsy on the strings
You're right
And you hate it
I'm wrong
And I hate it
Funny how that works out
Are we laughing?
I can't tell
I don't know shit
But that's all I need to know
And you
I guess you're waiting for me to say
You ain't shit
But you know that ain't true
The truth is shit
You never want to believe it
All I want is you

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