Screaming Infidelities
I hate this song, but I cant help it:
As for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs, and sit alone & wonder, how you're making out, but as for me I wish that I was anywhere with anyone making out. I'm missing your laugh, how did it break? And when did your eyes begin to look fake? I hope you're as happy as you are pretending. I'm missing your bed, I never sleep. Avoiding the spots where we'd have to sleep. And this bottle of beast is taking me home. Your hair. It's everywhere. Screaming infidelities. Taking its wear. |
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