Empty Promises and Lies
we'd go out in the city
after one of your shows
makeout in the parking lot
of some drug store
you'll write a song about it
and my eyes
and your drugs
and how it makes you feel alive
except you won't
because you feed me
with empty promises
and lies
we take a walk on campus
like you hardly know my name
the night before was a lie
you hardly remember a thing
soon you're walking past
the spots where it all began
except with another girl
who gets to hold your hand
I don't feel the hurt anymore
just a glimpse of past mistakes
I hope that she's your soulmate
as I once thought you were to me
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