11/11/46.

Save the Devil's last dance for me.

"Tell the truth. Tell the truth. Tell the truth."
I will tell it like Keane once did.
For a lonely soul I am having such a nice time.

I ease my heavy heart with the cure of smiling eyes.
I soothe my busted soul with the therapy of empty pursuit.
I wish I did not, you know.
But that is all I have ever done.
And all I know how to.

So treat me like the Devil on his best days.
Because that is all I know how to crave.

They say you never miss a good thing until it is gone.
I was never entirely good.
So what will you do when I am gone?


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