you said i needed to find some hobbies just because i’ve been carving our initials into everything with an exacto blade. those wretched letters look x-ed out better than i know how to, but we were never going to be forever and ever – so whatever. Cause things you said mean even less now that you’ve fessed up: breakdown. breakup.
i intend to wash the sheets again because i like to see my bed empty. And i’ve got two boxes full of your cds, clothes, and pantyhose that my roommate told me to throw out the window just like we had thrown them on the floor so long before. But, you told my best friend that i’d lost it over you because you’re a manipulator, and you can bitch all you want but i won’t see you later. Cause things you said mean even less now that i’ve cleaned up: breakdown. breakup….
breakout of this shit cause like a broken record i’m skipping over my making tracks and you know the motivation i lack is why i’m so stuck on you and i never should have fucked you just because i was bored out of my mind that’s what toys are for and playing around just got us lost and we found out how to extend our claws and dig deeper than The things we said that mean even less now that we brokeup. Breakdown. Breakup.
I’m supposed to be friendly to you as if it makes a world of difference; i’d rather flirt with your best friend across the room for all the bad mojo it’d bring. And with all this salt in our wounds we should be alcoholics, eating the worm at the bottom of the bottle for every time we speak too soon. But this is just my defense mechanism and my words must just be dumb just like optimism. But things you said mean even less now that i’m fed up: breakdown. breakup. brokedown. fed up. drowned out. fucked up. breakdown. breakup.