And with my one last breath
I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt
I know I probably don’t cross your mind much anymore but I hope someday you see something that reminds you of me and the things we use to spend hours talking about at night and then your throat gets tight and your heart skips a beat and you finally miss me back.
You know how many times I’ve called my mom a bitch or a hoe in my life?
Not one goddamn time what the fuck is wrong with these kids