love used to be
lovely and beautiful
now comes the nervousness
trouble for cuticles

broken frames
of pictures we'd take
hearts that break so ill sit here and shake
my head and say na not again
liquor in hand as i nod off to bed

it's times like those that i never feel lonely
til i wake up distressed with no one to console me
i swear that i'm solely devoted to fortys
where once was my heart theres a hole in my chest
my love used to be whole and now its a fifth