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Click hereI slip through the streets after dark in search of memory parks,
where the swings remind me of home, remind me of you.
They never do.
They just make me want your car,
to sleep in it one more time,
to laugh in it one more time,
but they don't.
They make me unwind, decompress, learn to stress and feel empty.
I imagine you talking to her now,
and you’ve eaten something minty,
and you’re making that face that I like, and you’re going in,
in for the kill, kill for the killer kiss, kiss for the kiss, kiss.
The food that I'm eating
is suddenly tasteless--I know I'm alone now.
I know what it tastes like.
A nice one; nostalgia's good till memory fades and reality kicks in, making the contrast all the greater...