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I wish I could say you lost me.
I wish I could say it s so.
I wish everyday you lost me.
But you gave me up long ago.
Remember the time we went dancing -
you sat there til one forty-five
and left me to ride away begging
and gasping for air to survive.
But now that I m arguably older
and though it is winter once more,
I d jump if you dialed my number,
forgetting my heart on the floor.
And it s better, better, better, to be the breaker.
A city of too many women
grabbing for pieces of men,
cherishing every beginning,
and falling apart in the end.
It s better, better, better, to be the breaker.