You've got a terrible cough, she told me.
What about your cerebral sneeze I thought.
If only things were different, if only...
If only I had stayed back there, back then.
The grass is always greener, she mumbled.
Tuning in to my procrastination.
But what does she know of my other life?
Why should she care, she will never go there
Never spend time on a different line
She's not that sort of girl and she knows it.
So why does she have to sneeze me back here?
And pour that cough medicine down my throat!
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