#a state

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I'm still fully convinced that Vermont is not a real state

Your romance is unkind, Your words, hard to find, Copper and bitter in my teeth, With lots to lose in the underneath, I don’t pretend to know why he hung around, When last time he played, the trumpeting was such a negative sound, I guess then what’s friendship without a few lies to tell, You phantoms lurch for blood at the dinner bell, Souls and secrets are what you choose to keep, I’ll take mine back without waking your sleep, A contribution to my epitaphs, A dark room and an eruption of laughs, We take turns critiquing each other’s suicide notes, Derail all of the trains and put holes in the boats, I knew from the start that your romance was unkind, The worst part was that until it was aimed at me, I didn’t mind.