Things are supposed to get better with time
But I have just been missing you more and more

Im pathetically waiting for the
Person will probably never want me
To change their mind and want me again

Your name is a rope around my neck
That keeps getting tighter and tighter
I have been drunk for eleven days straight
Only switching up between ***** and laxatives

Maybe if I lose some weight, a few pounds
Maybe if I write you drunk poems every night
Maybe if I placed your hand up into my rib cage
Maybe you'd believe that my heart only beats for you