i live for the nights that i go out with the girls,
the nights i drink just a little too much.
on those nights i forget my self worth,
forget what you did,
and forget why i left.
on those nights i just miss you,
and i leave slurred messages on your machine.
you never call back,
and i regret what i said.
but those are my favorite nights,
because those are the nights i allow myself to dream of us again.
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