The Lost

She’s never been that type of girl
But I’ve always been that type of guy
I’m used to girls from the world
Girls who won’t see God when they die

I’m used to wine and propositions
Sweet talk and different positions
I’m used to the morning after and saving face
Hangovers and sneaking out of their place

I don’t really do love and commitments
Hearts have never been anything sacred
She keeps telling me I should repent
But it’s too late for me, I’m already dead

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