at least these few more months, you could love me until then. can you at least pretend
i can feel your itch to crash the car from the passenger’s seat, you don't have to say anything. don’t wait until you drop me off. id rather hurt with you
you tear cuticles off while i beg you to stay without words you don’t listen there's no point in pretending if you're leaving anyway, it’s never enough there’s no one left