last one out the door has to clean up the mess that we
left from the party. the bottles on the table, the
beer on the floor, the words we can't take back, but
should've been said long before. O, what a difference
a year makes. O, the toll that a year takes on two
people in love and in need of two very different
things. last one out the door will be the last one to
forget what was said at the party. a cake-knife
pulled, pointed, and lead into an unknowing
[undeserving] back. O, what a difference a year makes.
O, the toll that we'll pay for not dropping everything
to hold onto those we love.


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