I try to move on
At the county fair
But the autumn breeze blows
Cigarette smoke my way
And then I’m back under the dirty sheets
With his dirty hands
I try to move on
In the halls of my high school
But someone’s hot breath
Hits my face
The way his did
I try to move on
In the comfort of my bed
But the feel of the sheets
Takes me back to when
I rolled myself so tightly
To keep him out
And he still came in

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