This house has nothing left
except an ashtray full of half-smoked cigarettes
and the smell of you on my sheets
is the last thing I need tonight
My friends have nothing left
except for empty bottle and college debt
the world has opened up and swallowed them whole
how long before I too lose control?
This town has nothing left
except the memories of some years well spent
and I'm sorry that I'm running away
I'm sorry, my dear, that I couldn't stay
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