The aura of things that never will be
Echo around the bittersweet room
Like some demonic form of potpourri
This ache becomes my exact perfume
If I could bottle it, I would sell it
To all the heartbroken, sobbing girls
I would cure the anguish that they emit
With their pink bubblegum and their curls
I think you should know that I think of you
Every time this register dings
For every dollar that I accrue
I remember long forgotten things
This bittersweet perfume that stinks of you
Of lost time and things that I resent
Clings to my tee shirts and to my shoe
So I think that you should keep your scent













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"I never thought being obnoxious would get me where I am today"
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