Crime In Stereo - Unfortunate Tourists

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I am the unfortunate tourist, stranded
At the edge of your bed, shipwrecked
Journeyed from the depths of our drinks
To the small curves of your legs
And yet, in your absence
I feel good now that you’re gone
I am the constant exit, the constant ex
The next former friend to attend your revenge
And you said, «You're just like them
Born to love and then disappear.»
And I said, «People like that are the only people here.»