That I’m your fault
That I should have
Practiced
you more
As if you
were a sinThat I forgot to baptize
By fire and kisses that
I failed to cross the incline
Between in-kind and kin
That I am either deranged
Or incompetent in love
As I was starting to say
Right there on aisle three
So everyone could hear
You’ve got to be fucking me
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