I think this is a booty call

Stop describing your terrible sexual encounters I know you've had other women since I ended things with you You're acting like you don't have magazines stashed under your bed What, when I was with you your hand was your secret lover And now it's not enough? I'm so cold. I just want the affirmation of another soul's proximity Is anyone out there? The spinning feeling increases its tempo The awful silence crescendos Bring me back, bring me back I miss the Saturday night I spent on mushrooms. Everything was alright in the world Anonymous carefree the world was ablaze I convinced myself I was a fire spirit and you were a deer I'm not addicted: I only tried it once. All I want is a cigarette and to go back to sleep. The world will turn without me Your heart will be cold either way Why and I vying for your attentions? I tell myself I'm too antisocial Until I have asked every single last one of my faceless friends to come get me I guess it's alright to take some time for yourself Is this a manifestation of grief or depression? Is anyone out there? I prefer the company of strangers to those who I've already become disillusioned with Will anyone feel my gentle tugging and lend me a hand? Just a coffee Just a smoke Just a walk through the warming days Spring cleaning I've successfully ignored your texts for long enough I think I'll sleep with you Not because I think that's all I'm good for. Is it really "being used" if you're aware of it? Am I not using you as well? I can't decide if this will turn out well. To you: Help.

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