Heartfelt vomit 

There’s a scab on my knee, I’m running late for work 

My hair isn’t dry, and my head fucking hurts

I sent a text I regret, I feel invisible why does my heart keep committing these crimes

There’s four or five new numbers in my phone that I’ll never use

Attention is a waste of time, and I guess that maybe so were you 

I drank too much last night 

But I’ve been hungover for over a week, almost two 

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