Often

Somewhere past the fire escape
I sat down on your bed and stayed
You lost me with that game you play
But I don't care either way

And I saw it
Blew my smoke from the grass
Had to swallow the ash

But I want it
So I snuck through your door
And I've been here before
But not often

But not often
But not often
But not often
But not often



Credits
Writer(s): Hammad Imam
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