It's Written All Over Your Face

Omg it's been a bad day. I'm about to blow this bitch up and then slit my wrists. No not literally slit my wrists. I'm just speaking figuratively. I'm a bitch but whatever, I'm still fresh. And you're a touch overrated. You're a lush and I hate it. The truth is that you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, I'd apologize for bleeding on your shirt. Those words never seemed so clear. But whatever in the end you'll realized you've already had the best days of your life. And I fucking hate this town because everywhere I go, I see your freaking face. I can't walk down a street or drive to that place without having memories come rushing back to me. Everywhere I'm looking now, I'm surrounded by you and frankly I'm tired of fighting to get rid of it. Seriously enough is enough. Whatever. Fuck this. Peace out.