Dear Ms. Leading,

I regret to inform you I've fallen out of lust.
It must be so hard to understand.
Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers

The Dear Hunter


Toy Story

I’m his old favorite toy in the back of his closet
Make me do & say everything like I used to
Smile in the memories of sticky school bus seats & empty Fla-Vor-Ice sleeves
Then put me right back where I belong
In the dust & the cobwebs
He knows I won’t move until he comes back

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