Goodbye

I called it a getaway

It was just another trap

Skid marks sliding

Dust in the air

Squeal those tires, baby

I’ll be here

Squeezing your hand

Sun is setting

Intentions fading

Love is an untrained beast

You can pretend

Ignore what was had

I don’t mind goodbyes 

In the crook of my neck

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