last one out the door has to clean up the mess that we left from the party. the bottles on the table, the beer on the floor, the words we can't take back, but should've been said long before. O, what a difference a year makes. O, the toll that a year takes on two people in love and in need of two very different things. last one out the door will be the last one to forget what was said at the party. a cake-knife pulled, pointed, and lead into an unknowing [undeserving] back. O, what a difference a year makes. O, the toll that we'll pay for not dropping everything to hold onto those we love.
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