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Whoever Has You Next

After you have lost me
Though you loved me as you did
When you’ve replayed all my words a thousand times
Until they’re etched into your skin

After you have promised
When the hollow of your scripts
Have emptied the atmosphere of oxygen
Where it has dared to touch your lips

After vacant exhales
Comprise all that’s left to breathe
When your own greedy respiration gags you
So you can’t put the blame on me

After you have buried
The man with the toxic tongue
When his grave has grown a garden of a man
Who makes real air within his lung

After I am long gone
Who I wanted you to be
Will owe the joy of whoever has you next
To the all the things you promised me