When you rinse your glass.

On your ingenious device
You’re conveniently nice
But I’m curious,
What would you deny?
Your sigh?
Perhaps your messages since,
You stopped looking me in the eye?
Should’ve known by your wince
Cause when
You rinse
Your glass
You always rinse
It fast
But tonight you had no sense
As you let the time go pass
And I’d be dense not to think
It would last
Cause one look at her
And now you don’t even ask
(About me)
So I’m left to suffer
All alone in the past.


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