My mess

The cigarette butts on the piano bench remind me you were here,

The still warm coffee spilt on the counter prove you didn’t leave long ago,

Now I’m here left to clean your mess,

You lovey sloppy girl.

Black lungs and caffeinated mind,

take care out there,

but don’t forget about me while you become someone else’s disaster.

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