Honesty Was Never My Strong Suit

It wasn't even 2am and I had reached that point

I stood at the door with my phone burning in my hand

it looked like sleepwalking, but didn't feel like it

I wanted to sit on the curb, I knew you would answer

you would have so relished in the desperation I felt for you in those moments

I laid back down, set my phone out of reach


the next day you sent me a pair of titties

I knew what it meant

I told you it was enough

neither of us could misinterpret something so far from the truth

the next day you wanted to make it known to the world that nothing is about me


you would recognize this limp from 317 miles away

all I've really wanted to know is who's counting