I took the trip without you,
stumbled all alone.
Freaky how it all works out,
tell 'em Caroline.
All in the name of
the Crooner (round two),
you wanna fuck this time up too?
Wondering aloud
who I was to you,
my scaredy bones are left chattering.
Our dusty remains blowing away,
swept up by the wind
of another brand name city,
not my own.
I'll stumble on alone.
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