i’m sorry but i can’t offer you anything. not even my 5am’s because they are already taken by another guy who doesn't even know he has them.
i don’t want to throw you a bone because you’ll keep asking for more and i don’t want to have to throw you my own spine (i need it every time he’s around)
the bags under my eyes are never going to be your fault, nor will the wishes on stray hairs be about you
it’s not you it’s me it’s him
do not wait for the apple to fall down, do not climb the **** tree to pick the apple on your own.