to be fleshed out later.
I almost feel nauseous as I realize I can never get what I want from you because you’ve already gotten it from somebody else.
I have measured out my life in coffee spoons
And I want to tell the story again
I've got a right to be hostile
and I know about 50 different ways to leave a lover.
I almost feel nauseous as I realize I can never get what I want from you because you’ve already gotten it from somebody else.
