Stop spitting at me as I walk alongside you
And you rush off ahead to churn and mull over your rapidly escalating thoughts
I know I haven't been looking at you lately like I did in the summer
But you know how it is
Sometimes it's raining and you just want to get the shopping home
And you don't help at all with your rages you know, you really don't
The thin filmy white bags carve into my palm and I could swear, could swear you splash a little more water into the mud, just to trip me up
Ok, ok I'm sorry, I owe you an apology; I've taken you for granted these past few months. I haven't told you how beautiful you are lately.
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