Bad Mouth

i talk hella shit because i can't imagine a world in which you're living without needing me to do so
i talk hella shit knowing you're wearing a plain white shirt to the bar and i won't get to compliment you on that
i talk hella shit with the thought of your dog getting more excited about other girls walking up your steps
i talk hella shit because i miss your bed on the floor and how we'd carry home chairs from the sidewalks
i talk hella shit on you and how loudly and arrogant you tell stories, that i do not know the ending, similar to but not ours