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you fell all over me and i drank it in just like last nights bottles and cans. once i was good and drunk, i spit you out, and youve resented the hell out of it ever since. whatever happened to just showing up and leaving town. or drinking all night and sleeping all day, and not giving two shits about what would happen when we both woke up strangers again. i think we always have been strangers, but we fooled ourselves into thinking we knew each other. like i know your green eyes, but you dont know mine change with the days. and you know i hate living here, but i dont know why you love your home so much. and maybe i thought things mattered to you that didnt matter to most people, and for some reason i thought that meant you were beautiful. but maybe they really dont matter to you anymore and you cant admit it. but you are absolutely right, i cant tell if its written all over your face. but you cant see a damn thing written on mine either. so yeah, we're even, but this sure as hell doesnt feel as FINE as you say you are. so what the hell does even mean anyway? pass the bottle, lets count to ten and jump. ill never let go, i swear. im not letting go until you make me.
maybe for once, something that matters to me can matter to someone else, too. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, t...
maybe for once, something that matters to me can matter to someone else, too. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, t...