Here's a present to let you know I still exist. I hope the next girl that you kiss has something terribly contagious on her lips.
And I've got a plan. A sip for every second-hand tick. And for every time you fed me the line, "you mean so much to me..." I'm without you.
Tell all the english girls you meet, about the American girl back in the states. The American girl you used to date. Who would do anything you say.
And even if his plane crashes tonight, he'll find some way to disappoint me. By not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea. I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you. And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.
It's 8:45. The weather is getting better by the hour. I hope it rains there all the time. And if you ever said you miss me then don't say you never lied.
Never gonna get it right, you're never gonna get it.
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