The love we waste on people
That end up fucking us over
And hurting us like no one ever has
Can never be reimbursed in full
No matter how many receipts we keep
We can argue and plead
But that love is never coming back
So you, the one with some of the love I had to give
When I was young and fooling,
Find what isn't yours and
Bury it deep in an abandoned house
Or in a cemetery or by the sea
Bury it, if you can,
But please don't carry it with you
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