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I guess things aren’t what I thought
Nothing really
Heel turning up the stairs
So I retired to the couch
Head hurting with hangover
And unspoken rejection

You know, I didn’t want you
And I’m not just saying that
You’re a fucking idiot
Nothing you say is funny
I didn’t want anything to do with you

Your body on the other hand
It and I get along
Quite agreeably actually
Quite nicely. We get along
Your body rocking the world of my body
It and I might have gone out for a picnic of pleasure
Chinking our glasses together
Downing the contents to forget what we don’t like about each other

But your words are ridiculous
I’d tell you to use that mouth for anything but talking
But you’ve already told me goodnight