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January 19th

We would've had our anniversary in three days
We lasted almost a year
I think this was the first time I fell in love
And I fell and broke, my dear

Well, now I know how it feels to be a child falling like a rag
Crying in the playground and waving my little white flag
Of all the stranger things, this wasn't what I had planned
To be loved then unloved by you three nights before the 19th of Jan

We would've had our anniversary in three days
I swear, I could've broke into tears
I think this was the first time I really believed
And I felt it all, this was my truest fear

Well, now I know how it feels to be a child falling like a rag
Crying in the playground and waving my little white flag
Of all the stranger things, this wasn't what I had planned
To be loved then unloved by you three nights before the 19th of Jan

No more backhanded promises
No more losing it to win
No more having to curse at you just for you to listen
No more crying on the phone
No more being on my own
No more relying on you when you're gone
But you were never here
So how could've this ever not have been wrong?
And I hate you, my dear
I hated you so much for so long

Well, now I know how it feels to be young - a useless bag built from baggage
Crying in your arms and waving my little white flag out of panic
Of all the stranger things, this wasn't what I had in mind, you grind your teeth
And I'll bite my nails, saddened by the grief of three nights before the 19th
Three nights before the 19th
Three nights before
Three nights before