What the fucking hell

Six years

Six god damn years

No wait

Seven

I’ve been dealing with your crap

standing by you

Being there

Dropping everything

Giving you the benefit

Of every doubt you don’t deserve

And here we go

It’s not just some new girl

It’s someone younger

Who the hell thought that was possible

Younger and thinner

apparently otherwise my direct copy

When the fuck

Are you going to stop running

Why the fuck can’t you grow up

I’m going to leave you some day

It’s becoming less and less of a

Possibly maybe

And a definitely happening

You need to figure your shit out

Before there’s nothing left