All The Best

My truth offended you
I am a slut with a big heart

I am also crying on my bedroom floor

But feelings don’t matter as long as you get what you want
Bring weak would be having my face between your legs

Already

The recurring deception
Of the failure I call my love life

You are so predictable
You are so sadly simple
You like the chase but you get
Out of breath quickly

You like to use me

I disguise my porcelain soul
With a thick layer of makeup
And self-confidence

Deadly weapon

The moments spent together
Meant nothing
Am I so empty after all?

Is my presence so tedious?

My red wine is broken
I am still too lucid
I already feel hungover on you

You are my cheap booze
My Tesco Value anti-freeze