The leaks.

Orange juice
And ruby cheeks
Aren’t you
Supposed to fix the leaks?
Crispy blue
And yet so bleak
Couldn’t you
Think before you speak?
Cause you’re dripping dew
As if you’re a creek
And I’m so into you
I reak
Though, I thought it was infinitely true
That in all that I seek
What’s worth seeking is you.
What a freaking
That you were always the one sinking the boat.
And I was the dumb bloke
Who read what you wrote
But didn’t hear what you said,
“If you can’t cope,
As you’re drowning in your bed,
Then know their is no rope;
And you are better off dead.”

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