I wish to feel smaller under your sheets.
I wish for the whole truth every time you speak.
I'm thinking about how you care, half as much for me
while I watch you arrive, smoke cigarettes, and sleep.
And I guess it doesn't matter, what I say or what I seem
You stuck what I felt for you in the pocket of your jeans
Ignoring me the morning after, isn't enough.
And I swear I'm gonna cry, I'm sick of acting tough.
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