2 AM you we're on my mind so I sent you a message. You didn't reply so how am I suppose to feel. I was having a lady antebellum need you now moment. So I feel lonely, rejected, and confused.
This every other day is perfect for you. I guess it's great for me, too. I always know which night I get fucked and which night you'll bitch me out. Living together it was always random whether dickhead You would show or The other you. Clearly you can't change. The nasty tirades go on and my cold, protective layer thickens.
