for about two seconds one two in my life I was cold but trying the bold thing while quivering shivering off that look you gave me that meoldrama-call-your-mama-and-cry look I threw back jacked off three hours later hate her whispered through clinched teeth thinking about some supermodel kicking your ass last time I went through this I knew it was a call-me-when-you-want-some-daddy-o kind of thing but I wanna see other people ain't a phrase you read off your list of reasons to get away play me like a fool baby because I wanna be played like a fool baby maybe because your fingers are the ones that pluck my strings fuck everything that reminds me of September 2 like your pictures (trashcan) and your lipstick (trashcan) and your wallet (trashcan) and the money in it (my pocket) and everything you gave me someone needs to save me save this guy before he throws himself in too with you memory aids rainy days and perfume-oxygen before he discovers a new love in your torn pictures but that ain't me see that wasn't you see nobody's who they were three seconds a ago three two one new version of the old me and I'mnot looking for a refund some time maybe baby we'll see what we were gonna be see I have this theory that you'll be boozing losing sleep tonight and if you lose sleep tongiht might I just say it wasn't even that cold baby you can't even make it that cold
Reason for writing:
It's about a breakup I had.
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