Did we try this more than one lifetime before?
Youâre stuck to the walls of my subconscious,
Last time  no more.
Iâm glad youâre gone,
Iâm thinking straighter lately.
Itâs not my fault,
If I drive you fucking crazy.
Thereâs no shortage of stupid boy distractions,
Iâm still waiting for them to change the fact-
That I miss you.
And that black, motorcycle, wild thing,
Tattooed on your heart,
Along with something equal to broken.
I hope that you know,
I still want you,
(I never mean to)
Mr. Libido,
(Way to go)
Was she a C girl?
A.O.?
Arenât you a poor boy in a perforated mask,
All those things that I did to you.
Youâre such a poor boy,
I donât really care about your bad excuses,
Iâll still admit that I miss you,
And your falsetto, circular, dance hall moves.
My scar,
Matched your skin,
By then you seemed to know we were broken.
I hope that you know,
I still want you,
I never mean to.
I hope that you know.