[wasted boy, wasting my time]
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ill attempt to captivate
the boy, in his inebriated state
that once again he fell upon
"come home babe, it's almost dawn"
ill call just to the hear the tone
of his voice, he's on the phone
slurring words and telling�lies
not exactly a suprise
he tells me�to just�"go away"
he's "coming home" he's on his way
i hang up and the hours pass
he comes home with the empty glass
he stumbles through the awaiting door
i swear, i can't take this anymore
drunken kisses, well he tried...
to look at me with those bright blue eyes
apologizing that he missed out date
he says he "lost track of time and it got real late"
excuses flow like countless drinks
that he had, gave me time to think
how many times i have waited
for him to come here, intoxicated
i think he needs to get some help
i care too much to watch him poison his self
wasted boy, wasting my time.
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