fine

It never works,
And I'm an idiot for trying.
I feel like you've unpopped the corks,
'Cause I'm suddenly crying.

I don't know how it's supposed to go,
Or what I was supposed to do,
I thought you'd know.
I thought you knew.

I thought this was fine.

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