I'm not gonna lie, it felt good to be held. i want it again, but i don't want you. well, i do and i would if i could, but i can't. so why bother, why try? it's a waste of my time. one morning, one night, one whatever, it's through. you've used me, i've had you, but what the hell for? i'm not less of a person, but i'm not any more.
write a song about me. tattoo my name onto your back. carve my name into your arm, your heart. paint me in your mind, recall my words on your last breath. don't hang up the phone before me, linger on my last syllable... because that's all you're getting out of me. i'm gone.
