It's not that i like the taste,
not like i don't know it's one of my many wastes,
i'll copy and paste countless texts you send me,
only your words have been able to offend me,
when they used to defend me, all cause of you,
i like spinning off beer cause it makes it true,
soberly spinning like i do, you'd need a beer,
or maybe a 6pack to drown away your fears,
go ahead and cheer, apparently it's not fair,
for her to think she loved me and still does care,
but it's fair cause i care more then you do,
i write to feel good, all cause of you,
it's not that i regret you, i'm content,
not like i can forget you or any texts sent,
never before has it been so hard to just write she,
if only she knew how it's just not like me.