"Shut up
Let's play piano tiles on your couch"

Sometimes I read poems I wrote about you and want to *****

So cliche

I think I really ****** up
****

.

I just think it's really sweet how you never wanted to choke me or spank me and how you felt really bad about breaking my knuckles
(Even though you could tell you really liked doing it)

I was just watching my covers of songs I sang about you
(This goodbye thing is really working out)
And even in that song I wrote about you I was so careful to imply that I didn't know how you felt about me

I've never been secure in this

Except maybe when you told me about your father
It was so powerful I can't imagine you share that with everyone

Remember when you drove me to my grandmas house and we ****** in their driveway, and we couldn't use the back seat because of your music equipment

So you got in the passenger seat and I got on top you and I forgot to warn you that I didn't shave and it was the most uncomfortable thing I'd ever done

I think I loved you a lot right then

Then you didn't kiss me after I swallowed your *** and I got really mad

That was the last time I saw you

And I think it will be the last time ever

What a way to end

Not even a goodbye kiss just a mouthful of forced seed