I'd take back the words that hurt you
I wouldn't make myself lose
I'd keep my dick in my pants
And my hands off the booze
I'd pick you up off the floor
Put the tears back behind your eyes
The knife back in the drawer
I'd give you back your lies
I'd keep the car on the road
The weed out of your lungs
I'd speed up the parts we slowed
I'd take us back to young
The glass would come out of your face
Your smile would be whole again
And your bones would reform in place
...unfinished
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