Didn’t even realize I made plans with you on Valentine’s Day???

But how is that genuine? Do you mean what you say? I’m trying to understand every motive behind the reasons you still keep me around, but I come up blank every time. I swear it feels like I’m a ghost. I can feel each stare straight through me. I don’t exist anymore, but it was good while it lasted.

I need someone to hold me the fuck down.

My thoughts will absolutely be the death of me.