I'M SWEET. GET OVER IT.
GOOD EYE, SNIPER.
I'm missing your bed,
I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak,
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.
I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets,
You're not alone and you're not discreet.
You make sure I know who's taking you home.
I'm reading your note over again,
There's not a word that I comprehend,
except when you signed it:
"I'll love you always, and forever"
Well as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,
And sit alone and wonder,
How you're making out.
But as for me I wish that I was anywhere,
With anyone, Making out.
I'm missing your laugh,
How did it break?
And when did your eyes begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as your pretending.