We fought on the weekend

It was your fault, I won’t take the blame

I told you no talking about “us”

This bullshit little “us” I let you believe in

But you wouldn’t listen

And I broke

I told you about the other boys

How I loved the other boys

But I softened the blow when you started

To collapse

And I said “don’t worry, it’s over between those guys”

But I also said you were controlling

And you didn’t hear that part

So now your friends think I’m a whore

But they haven’t gotten pussy since

God knows when

And I really don’t care what anyone thinks

Cause baby this is just me biting my tongue for

9 more days

And I hope you don’t cry much when I leave

That will be embarrassing

And after the weekend, I’m pretty sure you have two options

Believe I’m a whore

Or drink away your sorrows

Cause I’ve stopped listening

And yet you still ask me to commit

Sometimes I feel like vomiting in your mouth

Making you swallow

And then walking away

At least then I think you would get the hint

Of how much you actually mean to me.