i was out of context
taken word for word
if you could have heard
the rumours they churned

guilty of leaving lust
behind with you
taken carelessly
for cold days ahead

forged autographs
for bouncing cheques
made out to alibis
with blank memos

caught with heat
my finger on the trigger
but i never pulled
just got framed up

hanging on the hill
while the town turns
in the dusks and dawns
lost to new days

only to wake up
to empty bottles
angry voicemails
the smell of your perfume

still lingering in the room


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