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If you are gonna do the leavin'
Get out 
While you are still ahead
Forget about 
Everything 
Shared
Or Said
The home is not 
What comes of your mouth
It's what you left
Behind
Coming
In
& from
Someone else's bed

If you are gonna do the deceivin'
Believe in the bout
Facing fists over meds
Positioning doubt
So fulfilling is a prohecy
Disseminating tread
His Boots 
At the base of this bed
Let him walk a mile in
My shoes
& know my dread
Losing years of sleep
In a matter of moments
Coming
Inside you
& my head

If you are gonna do the believin'
Hustled about
In a red pair of keds
Conditioned from a mouth
Silver spooned
& fed
Reared 
Far ahead
Of the bottom feeders
Who get by 
With their fears 
Diseasing 
Spreading seed 
Like butter
On any piece of bread

If you are gonna do the grievin'
Get it out 
While you still walk with the dead
Regret doubt 
Nothing 
Cared
Or Fed
The moans that 
Come from your couch
It's all I left
Behind
Coming
In
& all over
Someone else
In our bed

You didn't break my heart
The world did 

Max BarsnessComment