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 But you gave me up long ago.

Remember the time we went dancing -

 you sat there 'til one forty-five

and left me to ride away begging

 and gasping for air to survive.

But now that I'm arguably older

 and though it is winter once more,

I'd jump if you dialed my number,

 forgetting my heart on the floor.

 And it's better, better, better, to be the breaker.

A city of too many women

grabbing for pieces of men,

cherishing every beginning,

 and falling apart in the end.

 It's better, better, better, to be the breaker.