never, ever again,
been too willing with my body, been so happy being naked— people hate when you’re elated,

i’m sorry that i’m nothing,
like the kind of girl you were expecting, happy that i stood up for myself,

you chose to prey on my mind; you knew it was fading, thought you could get a taste right before i lose control the way i always do,

exes comin’ back, i can’t control that— i can’t control what i do, so i’d rather go psycho and shake you off my bones for good,
have you...