Penny from Teenage Retirement by Chumped

I missed my train on a Friday afternoon.
I was retrieving a pocket full of change for you.
But I couldn’t find anything worth giving.
And you couldn’t find a reason to keep on.

I made my way to a warm bed.
We both made our way to a bottle.

But I couldn’t get the image of you from my head.
I’d place a bet that you’ll never think of me again.

It’s been a long, long while since any place felt like home, since anyone knew where you were since anyone was thankful.

It’s been a long, long while since any place felt like home, since anyone held out their hand with anything but pennies for you.

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