Virginia Woolf - text

You say life made you leave it on a rope
And you tell that story over when it's cold
So we're all left to ponder how it tastes
While there's no regard for serving me a plate

It's okay
We're falling out from under
It's always you leaving me around


It's hard for me to move it on a line
As I watch you drink your poison every time
But the guilt keeps you crawling in the wine
Still the best of us can't hold it all behind
It's okay
We're falling out from under
It's always you leaving me around

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