This is lyrics-only. It was sparked by one of Brent's kickstarter exercises, "Regret is..." That was dropped as the song evolved through several drafts.
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I get up and look in the mirror
See the lipstick kiss on the glass
You left me there to remind me
Of the tissues of kisses
You threw in the trash
There’s an earring you left on the counter
I bought at the local Walmart
A cheap little ruby on Valentine’s Day
You wore to display
The last piece of my heart
Chorus:
So here's to the times you betrayed me
Yes, every last blasphemous kiss
When I thought that our love was holy
And you knew it didn't exist
You reveled, it seems,
In the struggle between
The angel in me and
The devil I couldn't resist
I can’t fill the space in my closet
Where all of your clothes used to be
Or patch up the crack in my memory
That broke when you shot off
That last look at me
I wouldn’t have stolen those kisses
If I knew how much I’d have to pay
And here I am sitting here doing my time
Holding my heart
Like a withered bouquet
(Chorus)
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