I'll deserve just that

Maybe it feels good to have someone put a flower in your hair and count down the days until we'll see each other. Maybe I like waking up to him searching for my hand with his, kisses goodbye and phone calls at 3am when he's thinking of me. I'm having a miserable fucking time here, and a little too long streak of bad luck. Let me eat my fucking cake, even if we all know I don't get to have it.