June 18, 2006 / 1:27 a.m.

yup, Im drunk again
holding close the t-shit that you wore
that night we shared a bed
and it still smells like you
retaining the scent of your perfume
why do I let you get to me like this.
you're not the answer to my problems
but you're someone that could help
you made me smile a genuine smile
and you held my hand with both of yours
don't tell me that you don't feel it
don't tell me that you didn't kiss me like you meant it.
you can't fake that kind of passion

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