That can't be here anyways
His eyes peer out the window
Avoiding her pain
He watches cigarette butts twirl
In the escalator
Waiting for that moment he promised her would come
At that now that is going to be later
How can he fight when
It's here anyways
Better to pack it in
Than try
As she turns away
He can't take today
Or that tomorrow that was today
He'll promise her no more
When she's staring at fresh roses in her favorite vase
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