If my friends heard me talking about who I wanted to talk about they’d shoot me, skin me like an animal, and sell my skin as an ancient animal hyde to a museum
My friends whisper my exs name into my ear at parties like he’s the magic word that’ll get me wasted. Lowkey sick and tired of that being the last thing I remember from the night
My friends whisper my exs name into my ear at parties like he’s the magic word that’ll get me wasted. Lowkey sick and tired of that being the last thing I remember from the night