Written and Performed by BP Deignan 2025
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met her at a party on a Saturday night
Immediately drawn to her eyes
Like a moth to a candles’ flickering light
That flies too close til it dies
Took her home and shortly said I do
Never thinking it’d go bad
But she said I do with fingers crossed
So casually a dream got tossed
Now my house is on fire
out with the girls til 4am
weekend with a sick friend
Leaves the room when her phone rings
Just don’t know what tomorrow brings
wonder how it all ends
marvel how it started
They’ll surely be no dividends
Til she’s the dear departed
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