He looked at me like my opinion mattered
Like no one ever did before
He looked at me like he cared
Like he never did before
And everyone looked at us like they knew
And they could see something we didn't
We played each other
Like stupid guitars
Pulling each other's strings to see if they'd break
But we didn't
We just laughed
You had a fowl mouth and I had a fowl mood
We were badasses dressed in black
You were a gentleman when you had to be
But you were just Jamie when you didn't
In the end it had to be me or you
The ultimate decision
"Coke or Pepsi?"
And you said
"I think they both taste like shit."
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Purgatory
PoetryPurgatory (noun) A state or place in which the souls of those who have died in a state of grace are believed to undergo a limited amount of suffering to expiate their venial sins and become purified of the remaining effects of mortal sin. MY Purgato...
