my fault, my bad i said i wouldnt write about her anymore
but if she were here, would i be writing?
would i be drinking right now?
the whole point of writing to you is to write about my feelings
is hiding things from you want you want from me?
how about you enjoy the fucking bittersweet song in your ears right now then when the album ends, you end it then you play the song again then brush your teeth then go to sleep