Jesus, I'm ready to come home
Worst 4th for July...EVER.
I spent my favorite part of the night alone. In my car. Crying like a little girl.
I realized that I was alone and while everyone else was laying under the fireworks with their boyfriends, I was desperately hoping to get affection from someone, anyone.
And then I went to your house and saw you (so out of character) holding hands with another girl in front of me. I wanted so badly to say when I walked away, "You know he and I slept together 4 days ago, right?" I hope she knows she's getting played.
Two years ago, I was in your bed, in your arms. I hope you thought about me tonight. And cringed.
I spent my favorite part of the night alone. In my car. Crying like a little girl.
I realized that I was alone and while everyone else was laying under the fireworks with their boyfriends, I was desperately hoping to get affection from someone, anyone.
And then I went to your house and saw you (so out of character) holding hands with another girl in front of me. I wanted so badly to say when I walked away, "You know he and I slept together 4 days ago, right?" I hope she knows she's getting played.
Two years ago, I was in your bed, in your arms. I hope you thought about me tonight. And cringed.