What would either of us scream tonight,
And why am I so worried about it?
The hypothetical situation I imagine
Is always an argument
Because I keep it realistic.
You wouldn’t come back to make things easier,
Change your ways
Or make up for the past,
But to yell at me one more time
To get thrill that you admitted it gave you.
Because you said you knew I wouldn’t leave,
And you left me wishing that I had.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
What would either of us scream tonight,
And why am I so worried about it?
The hypothetical situation I imagine
Is always an argument
Because I keep it realistic.
You wouldn’t come back to make things easier,
Change your ways
Or make up for the past,
But to yell at me one more time
To get thrill that you admitted it gave you.
Because you said you knew I wouldn’t leave,
And you left me wishing that I had.
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