Lying beside him in an empty bed
Lying beside him,halfway dead
Sorta wishing he’d leave
Sorta wishing he’d stay
Mostly wishing he’d go away
He has helped make me who I am today
A drunk dumb girl who wants to stray
Distraught and disgusted by the game we play
I wish I wish he’d go away
I hate him I hate him tomorrow today
The emptiness as I’m turning grey
He wants a version of me that is dead...