Gone Boy

I tried to make you home

I didn’t mean to take you home

My pillow still smells like your cologne

But now you’re better off alone ?

Now your face isn’t my throne ?

Now we’re erasing each other’s names from our phones ??

And you swear that it’s me in the wrong ???

Now that I know what I wish I knew then

Maybe you’re better off gone

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