"it was grass stain jeans and incompletes and a girl from class to touch
but you think about yourself too much and you ruin who you love
well all these claims at consciousness my stray dog freedom
but you think about yourself too much and you ruin who you love
well all these claims at consciousness my stray dog freedom
let's have a nice clean cut
like a bag we buy and divy up."
ex-lovers can never truly be friends. there will invariably be the conversations that repeat and replay, each time leaving a fresh mark, a new scar. we all have the past one we let down, who we never were good enough for, who we never felt ourselves with. but honestly, i'm tired of being reminded how badly i failed.
just consider me a stupid girl who tries to still care about people she once loved, and maybe just from now on leave me alone.
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