this broken thing, we used to call it love
well it f*ing tore me to pieces and it still does
choking on air where the skyline floods
I wanna unlearn you
untrace your kisses from my hands,
forget the things you did
that made you an unloving man
I wanna have one day
to just wake up and not think of you at all
you awful creature of habit,
wretched love gone bad in every facet
some day I’ll wake up seventeen
again and unloved by you
one day it will be true
one day I will wake up and be
myself again, having
completely
forgotten you