My mom gave me $30 for a taxi as a plan B in case you couldn't drive me home if we drank. We drank and I stayed the night— but I still used the $30 for plan B.
Sometimes I think I **** up just so I can write about it. True story.
And you You don’t listen You just wait for me to stop talking And I keep on giving And you keep on taking And it’s draining I hate you for it But I hate me more Because I let you take And I keep giving And it never ends This thing that we’re living