I keep tonguing the stitches in my mouth
Every time I do, it hurts
And every time I do, I think of you
I asked you to write me a letter once
But you never did
You've only ever written three words to me
And no, it wasn't
"Happy Birthday Darling"
You've never gotten me anything for my birthday
I'm not worthy of your pennies
Or your nickles
And especially not your dimes
I'm barely worthy of your "love"
Your love, quite frankly, is a joke
You love your bicycle more than me
And your boots
And your flat screen TV
I'm not much of a material girl
So while I may want to love you
I certainly don't have to like you
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 7:10 AM UTC
I keep tonguing the stitches in my mouth
Every time I do, it hurts
And every time I do, I think of you
I asked you to write me a letter once
But you never did
You've only ever written three words to me
And no, it wasn't
"Happy Birthday Darling"
You've never gotten me anything for my birthday
I'm not worthy of your pennies
Or your nickles
And especially not your dimes
I'm barely worthy of your "love"
Your love, quite frankly, is a joke
You love your bicycle more than me
And your boots
And your flat screen TV
I'm not much of a material girl
So while I may want to love you
I certainly don't have to like you
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