How come I stayed up at night writing poems about you?

How come I was so oblivious?

How come I'm so paranoid that you're going to come back to haunt me?

How come this keeps happening to me?

How come, with every ******* text message you sent my naive self, I didn't realize that I'm so **** vulnerable?

How come you claim to be straight edge, but with every word you said you got me so drunk?

And how come every word you said gave me such a bad hangover, and a bit of realization?