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You call when
I Have nothing at all
Left to give
When I'm spent 
From seeking love
Or some physical equivalent
In all the wrong places 
By anything but accident
I have a horrible habit
Or six
And I fall for friends
Like it's my business
I no longer care 
For matters of the heart
Just what happens between 
Closed lids and shut blinds 
Ill never own a single
Thing that I want for mine 
Just what happens between
Wrapped legs and 
crossed fingers
Don't let them hear 
You whisper
I can't bear to hurt again
So I'll back down from this event
At least until I know I can