It makes seven of them
(Of course, ten minus three equals seven)
and I can't help at wonder
if you thought of me and my seven first before the three of them
I smoke a cigarette
just because you hate it
so you'd have a reason to hate me just a little
And as the smoke clears
I close my eyes and whisper
Is that alright with you?
and just like that
I want to throw that vase into the wall
'cos I miss you so much
asshole
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