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I don't even own that Topshelf shirt, I'm not even punk,
I like collars and I keep my hair short.
and I sort of slept on Snowing, Title Fight, and Lemuria,
P.S. Eliot was always pretty tight though.
I wasn’t ever your boyfriend and I guess your friends are just given to gossip,
and you to impulse, I get it, it still hurts, it’s just sad that you were in control.
And oh man, I forgot how high school this scene gets.
I’ll be honest if you’ll stop yelling,
and I get it, I’m compulsive, but they’re just feelings.
It’s just something about you seems sad about living,
do you even like yourself?
It was all starting to come and go.
I wanted to get to know you so we could get high and talk about your art,
I was just apprehensive and anxious, you’re precious, and everything was quietly coming apart.
It wasn’t ever forever, so sure that you sort of hate yourself,
still, every time we talk or touch or you come over, you’re blood in my mouth.
Still, god damn, I forgot how high school this scene gets.
I’ll be honest if you’ll stop yelling,
like bike rides in flash floods, cathartic or something,
just something about you seems sad about living,
do you even like yourself?
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