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Dear Jory

So many texts we sent at night
So many smiles we made
But now I count down the hours and run from the places that remind me of you
My mama swears I've lost my mind, but you can't lose something you never hand
Makes sense since I didn't think it through at all

Dear Jory,
I saw you that day with her
I saw then that this whole ordeal is just another football game you play and you change the rules everyday just so I'll never win
You enjoy that don't you?
And I was almost burned inside your fires, but I somehow caught the match before it lit
So tell me something now, don't you feel guilty?

You painted me a sky so vibrant and blue
And you made me wonder if you were true
But soon our bright sky turned to grey as clouds grew
And I should've run away from you as fast as I could like they said
So blamy my optimismm in trying to see the best in everyone

Dear Jory,
I saw you that day with her
I saw then that this whole ordeal is just another football game you play and you change the rules everyday just so I'll never win
You enjoy that don't you?
And I was almost burned inside your fires, but I somehow caught the match before it lit
So tell me something now, don't you feel guilty?

Remember the one with the black and wearing the purple v-neck shirt
Oh, you were rubbing her back turned your head, and then our eyes met
Don't you feel guilty for that now, baby?
Cause I would've cried the whole way home, but then everyone would have known that you're just an expert at sorry
So don't you bother coming around cause I'm resonating the warmth you've lost from your icy soul
And this will be the last song I ever write for you so listen up

Dear Jory,
I saw you that day with her
I saw then that this whole ordeal is just another football game you play and you change the rules everyday just so I'll never win
You enjoy that don't you?
And I was almost burned inside your fires, but I somehow caught the match before it lit
So tell me something now, don't you feel guilty?
Oh, don't you feel guilty, baby?
Don't you feel guilty, Jory?
Don't you know, Jory?
Don't you know you don't mess with girls that wear Converse and listen to ICP?
Oh, oh, baby, don't you know?



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