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Split

Blown up like a cheap lit fuse,
midnight drama, déjà vu blues.
I’m knee-deep in quiet, you’re headline news -
same old cigarette, leave me twos.

You show up acting like the night’s your stage,
same loose story, different page.
I keep my distance, measure the damage,
you keep circling back
like it’s routine, not habit.

You move in shadows, sharp and quick,
talk in riddles, vanish slick.
Every comeback feels like a trick -
I still flinch,
still feel it stick.

All drama, no plot - your greatest hit,
and somehow I still fall for it.
Five-star selfies, looking fine,
your name blinking on a neon sign.
Meanwhile I can’t pay my rent on time,
picking up pieces that weren’t mine.

You drift through life like you’re half-awake,
start small fires you never break.
I’m the one sweeping up what you make -
same old pattern,
same mistake.

You’ve got charm that borders crime,
words so calm they bend my spine.
I tell myself it’s the last time -
then there you are,
right on time.

You don’t change pace, you don’t explain,
you come in loud, you leave in rain.
And I keep standing in destain,
hoping one day
it won’t feel the same way.

All drama, no plot — your greatest hit,
and somehow I still fall for it.
Five-star selfies, looking fine,
your name humming on a neon sign.
Meanwhile I’m counting pennies, buying time,
picking up pieces that weren’t mine.

Cheap fuse, bright spark.
You go left, I go dark.
One day I’ll stop
answering to your mark.

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