If you showed up at my door
ten years from now,
I would still let you in.
But I have learned
not to listen to love songs
written for other people-
it only ends in me
singing the blues
to an off-beat tune.
So I'm relinquishing
your hand-me-down ballads
darling;
you can keep them.
You never were very good
at keeping your word
anyway.
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