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I held your hair at the last Christmas party
in between breaths, you'd tell me your sorry,
then leave me to clean and make your way back to the bar
You planted trees for me, promised me peaches
but you let the roots get choked out with weeds --
is that how you wanted to show me who you really are?

And the love I stand to give somewhere deep between my ribs
is much bigger than you ever could impart
and if I stand alone in the sighs of weary bones,
it's still better than being scrapped for spare parts
My love is not for you to discard

Overstayed welcomes, more empty goodbyes,
you said, 'I'm leaving,' back in mid-July
but the lines came out rehearsed like you'd said them a million times
Cause then in November, you knocked on my door
You couldn't remember just what you left for
The truth could be reduced to what you do with matter
rattling in your mind, in your mind

And the love I stand to give somewhere deep between my ribs
is much bigger than you ever could impart
and if I stand alone in the sighs of weary bones,
it's still better than being scrapped for spare parts
My love is not for you to discard

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from dear diary, do you hate me?, released December 4, 2020
Vocals, rhythm guitar, keyboard: Melanie A. Davis
Lead guitar: Fate McAfee

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Melanie A. Davis Murray, Kentucky

Singer-songwriter from western Kentucky. I sing about me, you, us, and the wild weird world we're currently living in.

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