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I'm not sure if I remember

What we're arguing about.

I don't know if you're mad at me

Or if you just like to shout.

If they're words that you are screaming,

I just can't pick them apart.

I'm just praying if you pause,

It won't be with a question mark.

Because I never seem to answer

In the way you want to hear.

And you blew my cell phone's speaker

With your screaming in my ear.

And now the crackle that accompanies

Your diaphragm's grenades

Is my only consolation

As it softens your tirade.

I have given up my hope

Of ever laying this to rest.

And I'm sick of dealing with

All this unnecessary stress.

So until you give up calling me

And keeping me up late,

Then I'll try to find the beauty

In your stormy serenade.

And I never have been interested

In even being friends.

But you've got this crack-head dream

Of us together in the end.

And I'm sorry I don't like

Sadistic, narcissistic whores.

And I'm promised to another

And I never will be yours.