You asked me to be honest
But I don't think you really want that
I'll put my hand over your mouth and tell you to shut up
And let my thoughts run wild anyway
You asked me to be honest
So that's exactly what you'll get

I can't stand you

I can't stand your pretentious writer attitude
And yet how you hate everything you put on paper
I can't stand your black blazer and striped scarf
And the way you're growing out your ****** hair now
I can't stand the way you don't know how to talk to me
How I'm an aquaintance now
How I'm a stranger now
But most of all I can't stand how I'm not ******* anything now
Scratch that... How I'll forever be "the ex-girlfriend" now
How you can't detatch yourself from that girl you know you're in love with
Like how you knew you were in love with me
Pity me, forget me, mistreat me
I can't stand you anyway
I mean, you asked me to be honest
And honestly,

I can't stand                          you
                     the way I miss