but you didn’t have to cut me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing.
So say you don’t owe me anything (which you do), you couldn’t have at least sent me a text, told me in the hallway? You’re a bitch. A fake boy crazy bitch. Forget your true friends, go back to those whores that you are not yourself around. Forget your friends that have been there from the start, your friends that apparently aren’t your friends. Your a sorry excuse for a person.
I want you to get drunk. Realize how much you miss me. Call me. If I don’t pick up call me again. And again. And again until I answer. Tell me how you truly feel cause I know your drunk self will tell me the truth. Then come over. Sneak in through the window I left open for you, the window I used to always have open for you and kiss me hard cause you missed me so much. Let me taste the Bacardi on your breath. Intoxicate me. Let me feel the heartbreak on your tongue. Then drunk text your girl friend telling her the truth. You never stopped missing me, and you never stopped wanting me. Break her heart like you broke mine. And just before everything’s back to the way it should be let me push you away from me. Let me push you back out the window. Let me yell at you to leave and never come back. Let me scream at you and your drunken legs as you stumble to your car. Let me twist your heart and destroy it. Because you can’t always get what you want, and you’ll always want what you can’t have.
because words was what got us dead in the first place. so we just won’t use words anymore. just shut up. just shut up.
