A Ryan Adams song that’s clearly about me

Bit of a misleading title. Still. Bit needy, if I’m honest.

I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
Busted tooth and a smile
And cigarette ashes in her drink
The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week
The kind that goes out on her own
To give me a reason, for well, I dunno

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