
Maybe I’m supposed to care when I hear my ex is dead/But instead I’m writing weird hate songs and going back to bed///
Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor/Angst - Words: 290 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-13-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2763662
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I don't know if you know this, but you showed up in the obits
And I shook my head
and said, "It figures," –that was all I said
Maybe I'm supposed to care
When I hear my ex is dead
But instead I'm writing weird hate songs and going back to bed
Im supposed to be mourning
But it's early in the morning
And I've got meetings with clients
Who, unlike you, are reliable
Your daddy showed and you had to go and you barely said goodbye
You said, "Long distance could work
if we just take a chance and try!"
But I laughed then like I'm laughing now
Then I took a breath and spat you out
And ran around the block so that no one could see me cry
And I promised not to think of you or picture you or dream of you
Not green eyes
or blonde brown hair or daddy's leather jacket
Magic fingers and free ice
had never been more inviting
I sat on the empty suitcase, then I watched your brother pack it
I bet that you're in Heaven now; I bet that you're at peace
I bet you're spying on your friends and smirking down at me
I bet you're disappointed to see I still haven't cried
I bet you still think long distance could work if we just tried
Im supposed to be mourning
But it's early in the morning
And I've got meetings with clients
Who, unlike you, are reliable
Maybe I'm supposed to care
When I hear my ex is dead
But instead I'm writing weird hate songs and going back to bed.
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