Get out while you can
Only let you stay
Because you offered
To sleep in your clothes
And you had the guts
To tell me the truth
You don't love me
Just need a place to crash
So I pointed to the floor
And bathroom
And let you know
911 was a definite possibility
If you even looked at me wrong
Even though we are over
I can't stand the thought
Of even pond scum
Napping in the street
As the sun rose
Pointed at the door
With no goodbye
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