ever drain away every fuckin' emotional asset you might've ever had into that endearing wreck of a broad who drags you into her fucked up consciousness two wasted years and only visible age to show and the never-ending IOU oh, fuck. get out of my life.
it's obvious we've both moved on can't say i miss you much but still somehow i care about you buried underneath miles of resent and such i no longer crave your chemistry all that's really left is lust friendship is gonna be impossible if i'm near you our distance is a must your faux-wit's lost its charm, my dear the meme-spouting's contrived and all truth be told, when i look back i'm struck with the question: why? no doubt my eyes should wander circa when you lost your luster i deserve a go-getter girl and a lifestyle, while you just barely muster getting by
(chorus) i deserve so much more false hope is all you were good for you won't bring me down nor burden my life anymore
hold up, let's put this shit in perspective now.
the question's not whether i love you or not but more along the lines of retaining my sanity and let's not forget the weight of my own integrity i bear i'll not gloss over my inherent vanity there's no emotion you've not made me feel the simple truths you birth so nonchalant, but realistically what i need is a bourgeois broken soul more akin to myself, a blunt savant i've finally reached that inglorious mountaintop and weathered the reaming realization: you've a kind heart, of that i'm sure but it's more what lies underneath an exterior so demure the question is not how much you mean to me now or how much you did way back when you'll always hold a place in my heart but you're just a pretty puzzle piece, you'll never fit in the end