In your world, I'm a little less likely
you like me I might be the type just to write me off
you never meant to spite me despite me and all my fucking efforts
and the height of the white tees
balled up in the corner never spent the night but i'm hardly a mourner or morning person i'm versing it's hurts when i'm cursing to see you're fucking herse and i'm verbally worsened
cause i don't know what to say
but get the fuck out
say fuck you fuck me
can i come now?
