I've seen cries and outright lies but
the one I missed is the one that trapped me,
buggerfucked on cheap red wine where
not everyone there was just marking time.
How do you claim that you got played
to the one who for fun is the one that played you?
Some of the blame's got to wash on you (right?)
and with my shit luck it ain't gonna wash out.
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