You can't be with me Anymore
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I'm proclaiming it in a sing-song-ey soprano pitch. I'm gonna get it right this time.
You can't (high bbbbb) with me anymorrrrre.
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I'm strumming my 5 string guitar too hard, belting it out from a cavernous, acoustic heart. I can't sing for shit but it's beautiful how good I fake it. There, this is all I have to give. I know how to be ridiculed. You know I can take it. This is all that's left at 3am. It's a dive inside. It's a dive.
I'm making a pass at a married man. I'm lying, telling tall tales to all my new friends. They're all men. Theyre not him. Theyre not you. You're too dumb and too deaf and too high, leaving me bereft on this hill to die. I'm all but screaming out to the moon tonight. it never gets through.. Ill even try to croon but itll just come out a crackling bellow. Ill try again but all you'll get is a loud ugly gutterful wretch. Not even a 'hello'. Just a 'hi'. Nothing melodious or pretty about this. Bereft but better left alone. Unsung. Forgot you were tone deaf. Huh.
We could never even try right. To harmonize. I. I. Thought. This time.
I.
I ..None of them turn me near enough inside out! None of them sound quite right.
None of them splice open my throat and pour honey on my scratchy, tired notes. And shove their cock down in there, too. Humming along here, just like new. It's all better. Alright?
Because We're through. But then I remember none of them are you.