I'm gonna have to ask you to please refrain from picking my scabs.
you’ve got some kind of nerve
coming back here for more
like i’m just going drop everything i’m doing
so you can humiliate me a little more
you’ve got some kind of nerve
...
but baby i’m done
i’m done with you
yeah baby i’m done
i’m finally done with you
so if you think that you might have made some sort of mistake
in leaving me
well guess what - you’re too late
i’m done with you
Dear grandmother:
You're gonna have to find your closure with God or something, because it's not my job to make you feel better. You can either accept that you've been cut out of my life and let me move on and deal with losing someone who'd once been very important to me, or poke my bruises and still be cut out. You had your chances, and your actions have cut deep - deep enough that it still smarts, and also deep enough that I won't give you the chance to do it again. As you have - again, and again. It'd be super if you could not call me again, cause when I'm trying to explore my feelings and all that emotional bullshit, it means my walls are down a little, and I don't want you fucking with me right now. Or ever, actually. Neither accepting Jesus into my heart nor finding some real good dick (creepily, those two seem to be almost synonymous to you people) will change this.
No love,
me
coming back here for more
like i’m just going drop everything i’m doing
so you can humiliate me a little more
you’ve got some kind of nerve
...
but baby i’m done
i’m done with you
yeah baby i’m done
i’m finally done with you
so if you think that you might have made some sort of mistake
in leaving me
well guess what - you’re too late
i’m done with you
Dear grandmother:
You're gonna have to find your closure with God or something, because it's not my job to make you feel better. You can either accept that you've been cut out of my life and let me move on and deal with losing someone who'd once been very important to me, or poke my bruises and still be cut out. You had your chances, and your actions have cut deep - deep enough that it still smarts, and also deep enough that I won't give you the chance to do it again. As you have - again, and again. It'd be super if you could not call me again, cause when I'm trying to explore my feelings and all that emotional bullshit, it means my walls are down a little, and I don't want you fucking with me right now. Or ever, actually. Neither accepting Jesus into my heart nor finding some real good dick (creepily, those two seem to be almost synonymous to you people) will change this.
No love,
me