Let me set the scene. I’m sitting in a very empty dive bar that is trying to attract people by having an open-mic/ska night. That is all. Okay maybe not. All of a sudden, this queen appears and belts out about not working about a thing. The fuck just happened
Why.Why do I keep letting you do this to me?Why do I keep believing you when you say… Anything? It’s all just fucking trash whatever the fuck comes to mind to make the moment easier. Fuck you you fucking terd. Who the fuck do you think you are?Why do you think you get the right…
I know I’m just some dude. I know you own me literally nothing. But I want you know that I’m not done trying to ‘figure something out’, as you put it. I don’t know why you keep pushing me away. I don’t know why you won’t talk to me. I’ve always felt like there was…