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I've been kicked out of heaven,
Well, not kicked out, so much as I left it.
At an all night diner in Pittsburgh,
I was being selfish.
The whole place had vanished when Dave and I got back,
All for a pack of cigarettes.
It can't make any difference now
How I did, or did not, make my way back out.
Two Queens, right in conversation
Had Joe and me wrapped up
In details of their coronations,
So we offered up our cups.
I never once regretted leaving until
Your lungs decided
That they were finished breathing
Too early in the season.
Can we lift the weight that you left?
Can I have a fifth or seventh chance
To fix the things I've left to drunken circumstance?
Written by: everywhen
