This Wasn't The Plan

imagine this addiction, words are prescription/

I feed off your words, variable's missing expression/

can't explain how fuckin' fake it feels/ yet how real it was, what the fuck was up?/ I mean I knew the fights were real but what about the good times, huh?/ what? you want me back?/ but I keep asking myself if you thought that was good enough/ I can't be with you if I'm dry off of love/ how many times did we quit it?/ how many times did we break up?/ probably more than we make up/ but we made out more than we had discussed issues/ and more tissues crying than Koby used for wanking/ the ship crashed, into a dry land/ we can still be friends, but our relationship, no man/ girl I'm sorry, this wasn't the plan. 

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