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Counterfeit

from Knives by Pyrophoria

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Met a new friend that don't treat me like shit
She can wear my dresses that do not fit
She doesn't care that I'm unfit
I said you can't want me and she said sit
I showed her how far down I hit
We drink at home and I can't quit
Even more than I admit
My words are those of a hypocrite
She smiles 'cause she's got grit
The loss would be to your benefit
I wonder how long until I split
I love the crimes that we commit
I swear she could be counterfeit

I'm not alone anymore
Caught in bed again with the whore

We fuck 'cause we don't know how to date
I tried my best just to wait
She used my loneliness as the bait
How far are we going at this rate
How far before you climb the gate
I could always take the next freight
It's not you, my dear, but myself I hate
You can stay over since it's getting late
I would love for you to set things straight
We are lovers at a stalemate
We talk as though we incriminate
I'll try my best not to detonate
You're welcome inside but I hesitate

I'm not alone anymore
Caught in bed again with the whore

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from Knives, released June 1, 2020

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