The worst writers are the ones who fuck up happy endings
The best ones don't bother to type
I've been writing you a letter in my head for months with no reply
When did your interest in me die
Take this sickening shiv I cut all my friends off with
I lie to those who love me by reciprocating
I wish I felt sincere inside
When I needed you to make me needy, how surprising
You needed nothing of mine
Take this sinking ship I'll take all my friends down with because all my friends are anchor end
Piss, drunks, and love These too are found in gutters I won't throw up
I'm smarter now