IM laying in this bed with my middle school dream girl
record playing
bowls burning
IPAs and most of our clothes are on the floor
but were just laying here talking
sleeping
opening up...drowzy and somewhat drunk from the whiskey..
but i couldent tell her theres someone else...who ive never kissed...
and i havent kissed the other so whats the fucking point of this.
I get calls...colorado area codes
sleepy night time talk
of course theres a boyfriend
there always is..thats my M.O
stealing women from their men
conceptually more so
i guess
hypocrits,alianating words of undisclosed misconception
I wish some one would TRY to fucking fight me
physically manifest why im emotionally drained
I see that look in their eyes
id simply bear hug them and whisper its not you its me
grow up a little bit,or dont fuck everything you see
or dont be a crying whiney pussy
ive got more problems to deal with them fuck boys on 6th street
fuck boys in westy
fuck boys in general
because im a fuck boy too
just a diffrent breed of stupid
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