Please come along
We're taking a trip
Long roads are ahead
Easy ones though
Don't worry about it, dear
She is sitting on the back porch
Smoking a cigarette
And there are so many birds in the backyard
It was a weird site
She's playing in the yard
She writes him a letter
"Hey, you were right. You're getting the last laugh and you don't even realize it...You fuck. How do you manage..."
She crumbles the paper up
The anxiety of waiting
She goes back and inside
There's a piece of paper on the ground
"I lied."
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