ringing in the new year in my closet

i think i've wasted paper on you
repeatin' the same things, scribblin' pages
i say every shitty four chord hymn i write about you is the last one
i'm beatin' a dead horse you never asked for

and i'm wastin' time i could've spent being better
but improvement is futile, i'll never feel full again
so i'll keep writing closet confessionals of a hung up fag
knowin' you'll never hear them, i guess i'm not real then

and i said i'd never hate you
but i've come around to it
and you said you'd like to keep me
but you knew you'd never do it
how long have you been keeping up appearances
you've been wastin' my time since the very first night we met

so i'll keep writing closet confessionals
out of spite

beating a dead horse if u even care

i've reconciled with the pop punk fans of the world (thanks for that)

6 ahead, 6 behind

i was right!
i always knew you'd never stay
it's almost like
i knew the shit you wouldn't say
so now i'll bite!
there's no more use in being cautious
cuz i was right!
but foolish for having thought it
♪
i knew i was doomed to be your first but not your last
if i mean so much why am i forever in your past?
my name omitted from lists of people in your life
words of realization cutting deeper than the knife
(that separated us!)
♪
♪

one of ur rockets

solo bedroom folk-skramz-pop from maryland ☆ jay. he/him 🇵🇸 ⚧

i've reconciled with the pop punk fans of the world (thanks for that)

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