The Second Place

Should have come to you
In the second place.
And I'd have taken you on a
Mystery break so good
They'd have taken the past away.

I should have hired a magic wand
That mesmerised me
Before it mesmerised you.

Should have gone to you, my love,
in the first place
when I was dying inside but
I was smiling on the outside
murdering myself one shave at a time
Each morning as I saw
my hate in the mirror.

As for him,
he may just walk out the door
And get run over.




























































































































































































































































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