Do you remember when I got frustrated and started writing zodiac poetry?
No, you don’t.
See this ordeal I’ve been through has been entirely solitary
And I thought at the end you’d be there waiting but I thought too much
I do that
You’d know
But you don’t
And over there suddenly it makes perfect sense
The sobriety the truth grants you
I like her dog too
Now I understand
Now I know why it was then that I jumped
Because you want to marry her anyway
Oh the feelings that one calls
You’ll marry her, be happy
And I’ll be here
I’ll be here
And you won’t know the half of it
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