Not much Friday night, pinball, Lower East Side

Walked halfway past and into the bar

I used to think about you all the time

I would think about you all the time

Now it just feels weird, that there you are

The damage is done



Feeling like a kid again, my eyes are glued to the floor

I hope I mumbled goodbye as you walked out the door

The damage is done

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