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My phone's got a camera, it's built right in

But it's hard to keep the dirt and grease off the lens

The last time you were happy since so long ago now

I tried to take a picture but it didn't come out

And the messages sent are almost as blurred

My cryptic printstyles dials to songs no one's heard

If we keep this up, things will never get better

When we disagree we fight in capital letters

I have to type eleven numbers into my cel phone

Just to make it spell 'love'

So i usually don't

And it takes up fifteen digits to spell out 'goodbye'

But if i leave out the 'good' i can save us some time

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My throat's a little sore after last night's events

You were somewhere doing something

I was out with my friends

You wrote just to ask if i was having fun

And i guess i didn't text you back quite fast enough

So when i got home you were awake in the den

There were tears in your eyes, the lights were dimmed

I turned off my phone, you did the same

And we fought face-to-face like it was the 90s again

I have to type eleven numbers into my cel phone

Just to make it spell 'love'

So i usually don't

And it takes up fifteen digits to spell out 'goodbye'

But if i leave out the 'good' i can save us some time

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