fuck.
my list slowly twirls down the drain.
i compare you everyday
i remember stars at coyote point
and lights on sign hill
i remember wearing pants to popscene
thinking "who do i even need to impress"
i brought my phone so i can text you while dancing
you said "you really like my attention huh?"
maybe the night you slept over
maybe you decided then
that i was important anymore.
its a sick obsession
someday ill meet someone better
i've been holding back sober tears for a week now
and maybe i dont care anymore.
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