Hey fucker, nobody ever gave a shit about you do until they all decided that you're finally over it.
I read your fucking "signs". We aren't like what we used to.
Yeah, I get it, you're still sad. I just don't give a fuck.
Let's say we've both been "fine"
Let's say you moved out of that house but you brought your shit along anyway.
Let's say we both found new and exciting ways to be "over it" but I don't want to dig at it anymore.
A scab is a scab until you pry and pull it away.
I'm not your fucking dead dog, man.
I don't need your head pats or anything.
Try as you might, you're still the worst everything.
Why don't you try and pry something out of me again?
You think you'll do better but you're flawed just the same.
You think you'll do better but you haven't been there yet.
I guess I could say that I never liked you, but my hands are both tied to that place off the turnpike but nobody lives there anymore.
No, nobody lives there anymore, so get over it.
I guess time could sort it out again.
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