I once talked to this person
A long time ago
I found something deep inside of him
I found myself a home

I wish that I could tell him
All that he told me
I want to throw it in his face
To hurt him, don't you see?

I want to be mysterious
Like he claimed he was
I want to have the last word
I want it, just because

Because he always gets the last say
His word always counts
My word tastes like ****
Just coming out of my mouth

It isn't fair, I love him
That's what I think at least
I try to tell myself it's not real
That I don't care what he thinks

But I spill everything before him
Just as he walks away
He ignores all of the signs
Because it doesn't matter what I say