Its the end of February
Officially 10, 10, 10
Adding me back, 3 I bebop on out
I can't help that there is a deep part of myself
That hopes for you to be wounded.

I don't know why you even asked what I was doing tonight
I brush and shove away the weakness and sadness in your face
The love, the need
That you and you
And you and you
Because it was always about you
You said Lady Gaga last night gave a "subpar" performance.

"You ruin everything."
I said at the end of my night
Via technology
Theres this level of depth and fight
That we could never work past
That you could never work past
Lost little boy. Lost little boy.

It wounded my soul and my heart
To delete, delete, delete
But I had to this time.

Can't keep hanging on by a thread
I don't want to see you this week
"Under different conditions"
Adding me back, adding me back, adding me back
I sweetly say
Let me go.

I let myself go.
I don't care if its ******* dramatic
I don't care if tomorrow I'll regret it
Because I don't believe in regret
And pouring out all that red wine
Was the most I've felt in a long time.

You claimed in the past
I would get a new boyfriend
And you would never see me again.


You are probably right.
Heres hoping.