Odd Look

I’ve got someone’s girl on the phone
She’s lovin’ the fact that I’m all alone
But I keep thinking about you
I don’t want any of this to be true
I swear it’s always the fuckin’ same
“All you girls try to be saints”
She’s taken and still wants to fuck
You’re still with him and I’m just out of luck
Rereading every message you sent
Wondering which promise you meant
There’s a voice saying I should’ve expected this
So just tell me I’ll be someone you’ll miss


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