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so what changed between then and now?

you said you loved me when the lights were off,

and you said you loved me when my clothes were off

because I still see traces of you on everything

in the back of my brain and I can’t come home

because thoughts of you are rotting

or maybe you can just get out of my head.

 

I tell myself�"no�" I don’t want to die.

but I guess I haven’t really tried that hard,

and just maybe I should work on that

but my mother thinks things are finally

looking up, yet I’m chain smoking cigarettes

until I can’t breathe again because those

moments of suffocation are the only

moments I stop feeling anything.

 

I loved a man who loved a woman

who loved all men and I watched him

watch her while I wrote about them instead.

my hand-written love letters are halfway

 

done and folded three times; tucked

in between the pages of our

favorite books�" isn’t that

how you get someone to love you anyway?

or maybe you can just get out of my head,

 

that’s me not missing you,

just hating every girl that’s ever laid in your bed,

so forgive me if it’s blunt but maybe if i

cut my hair and said smart things you’d want

to f**k me.  but maybe that’s just wishful hoping.

 

or maybe you can just get out of my head,

because the thoughts of you are rotting

in the back of my brain and I can’t come home

because I still see traces of you on everything.

you said you loved me when my clothes were off

and you said you loved me when the lights were off,

so what changed between then and now?