Hurt feelings
heated ceilings
I’ve got a bone to pick with you
you dance around these problems
I wont be the one to solve them
Avoidance is what you do
Yellow Bruises
Calling truces
I could only wish on stars
I’ll open my mouth
but three words wont come out
For this I’ll brandish scars
Back to the game
it’ll always be the same
If only I was brave enough to confront
She still calls you at night
Bleeding shins and my bight
I hate that girl, I call her a….
you’re still in love with her, its keeping your from me.
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