Lletres: Dropout Year. Make Your Bed.

Well I guess Im addicted
To your make up and your lipstick
Cause when it comes to promises
You make me sick.
Youre not so innocent
When it comes to men.
Youve made your bed
So go fuck him in it.

And when youre laying next to him
I hope to god hell catch something.
So contagious from your bed
Since everyones been in it.

Kissing with eyes closed
Brought us too close. (x2)

And the morning after
Theres a taste of cancer in my throat
From the note that your boyfriend wrote.

You said I was your only one.
You said you both fell out of love.
You said that you were through
Though he never knew.

Im gonna make you hate my pen.

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Go back to the way that we were,
Never thought Id say these words.
Never again, well never be friends