laying in the bathtub, drunk
feeling ambitious right now
plus, at some point i gotta get up and out of this fucking slump
sitting on the toilet sobbing, drunk
laying in my bed, naked
holes and sleeves and denim?
nah, clothes are too hard right now
texting you now
im texting you first, for the zillionth time
wondering whether or not i should’ve just done that
damn, only noon and the room’s already spinning
think i might really have little bit of a problem limiting myself
making other plans in case this shit doesn’t work out
out with ma, she loves me
she doesn’t know how shitty i am
i think she’d love me anyway
it’d break her heart though
and i can’t have that
sunlight feels nice, im talking way too much
i gotta forget
i gotta repress
i gotta feel less
yeah, i know
im a fuckin mess.
you texted back though
gotta sober up a little
you’re indifferent and its breaking my heart a little
walking around, looking for you
looked me in my eyes and told me you don’t love me
so im drinking again
why are you back now?
why do i keep talking?
but you’re here
standing in front of me
sitting with me
walking with me
listening to me
im breathing you in
my baby broke my heart and left it to rot somewhere in the bushes
still, i’m under the impression that i’ll always love him
promise me something?
i’ll let you go,
but let’s always be friends?