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I left you a note on your nightstand.

And you played it off and told me about your morning.

Brand new day, but my mind don't move to the wisp of your words.

Eyes become mesmerized at the sight of your grin,

Freezing again letting go

To the sweet serenade of trouble.

Lost in the center of your darkness

We can both pretend that nothing has changed

You don't even know what you want anymore,

Left to the hit of the right

Of the bruised ribbon dampened on your skin

Leaving the cartilage a beaten remembrance of the brawl.