You hit me up like nothing ever happened
Guess ghosts do text when they’re abandoned
I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my whiskey
Your nerve could fill a stadium, really
I burned your name with every cigarette
Boy, Tell me, is it you or me with the regrets?
Smiled like it’s nothing - isn’t that what we do?
But damage is done now
What’s wrong with a little bit of hate?
What’s wrong with a little bit of stir?
What’s wrong with a little bit of hate?
I’d rather stayed and left all on read
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Source: genie
Romanised by JHnimm
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