Heads up tonight
Hesitation
Rather from the drags
Of my cigarettes
But not the sips
Of my beer
Forgetting
Your texts
And silencing your
Phone calls
The norm
These days
I guess
Lost
Without a
GPS
They don't make
These for
Your mind
Or heart
For that matter
But falling
Out of line
And off the
Beaten path
Down the
Rabbit's hole
Everybody
Knows
You don't
Love her
Anymore
And so it
Be told
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