The story
He orders comfort and gets the bruise instead.
Under the neon glow, he leans on a counter that knows his name and asks for something greasy enough to quiet the night. The burger comes with an extra bite of memory, and every bite lands like the one that walked out, leaving him staring at the wrapper while the fries go cold. Outside, the parking lot waits, but he is stuck in the booth where the breakup keeps ringing.
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Lyrics
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