I hate how you use me when all I want is for you to like me
Like how the only words that can come out of your mouth are the ones that say you want something
It makes me think about the past though because I may have done it to someone else
And if I did, I feel bad now and would like to apologize
And I'd like to think of you as someone who would do the same
But each time I see you the reality sinks in more and more
And I just can't see those words coming out of your mouth

It could have been microwaved, but I cooked on the stove
We laid on my couch and drank wine that had gone bad
And when the record stopped playing, with my head on your breast
We listened to the sounds of the dishwasher and nothing else
And until then, I didn't realize how much I missed it

fuck.

i knew you'd eventually let me down but i had no idea it would be so spectacular when you did it. how selfish of you to call me so late, so drunk and sorry and full of words. how selfish of you to leave me hanging. how selfish of you to be who you are instead of who i needed you to be.

how selfish of me to ask.

Do you hear the banging over there?
It's outside in the distance.

THERE IS NO SUCH WORD AS "HEIGHTH," GODDDDDDDD DAMMIT