Jag vet vad han håller på med.
Därför det är så frustrerande att jag accepterar det.
16:22
"I'll text you in a few hours".
Och så kommer smset.
01:10. På en fredag.
"Hey babe. You still awake?"
Would you still want me?
Without no makeup on my face?
Without alcohol in your veins?
Oh, would you, baby?
Would you still love me?
With all the promises you made
Would you still mean the words you say?
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