Greg Mendez - Lining the Sheets

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Burned out, passing the days Hand on an open container Drunk call you later Three weeks passed, you would say My arms, though bruised, felt completing I know why you’re leaving You were lining the sheets With bedbugs to force us to move I started to look Clearly unclean Poorly faking I couldn’t sleep longer than you
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