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Last Call


It’s one in the morning

And all you want to do is leave

The world you were born in

 

When you’re you’re saying goodbye

Who do you call

Because you know they’d wonder why

 

So you don’t leave them with ‘what if”

They matter that much, at least

And you can’t answer questions when you’re a stiff

 

Maybe you’ll leave a message on the machine

It’s easier if you’re not face-to-face

When you’re coming clean

 

“It’s been years,” you say,

“Since anyone saw me

Or gave a damn about my day.”

 

When other girls went to homecoming and prom

You stared at a bottle of pills

And no one noticed until you were long gone

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