Our songs no longer hold the same sentimental value,
because my essence has learned to sing a capella without your presence.
I ain't ever gonna find meanin' in the bottom of these bottles, baby,
and my soul is yearning for some deeper meaning
in between the last rites read over your (un)conscious body
as if there was a higher power sent to save you from yourself.
I have been starved of affection, groveled and begged,
licking the floor you walk on just to get a taste of salvation,
but there are no circumstances that allow forgiveness
to be granted to the same steely blue eyes I see in every one of you.
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