I wish that I could tell you
what a fuckoff you are.
you say things with a sincerity
about as valid as a politician's
you'll play the bigger person card
because outwardly you are
but when evidence is piling up
you're sleeping in your car
I wish that I could tell you
I'm fine with where we're at
where we've been
and where we may or may not go
but your true colours keep showing
and you'll pick a wound, instead of make it clean
you'll play your games like a prepubescent girl
daffodils and daisies, still just aren't my fill.
I wish that I could tell you
I'm over it today.
But the way things keep on going
I just hurt because you
can't keep your stories straight.
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