oversharing over-caring you never made it fair lovesick girls with golden curls too much for them to bare laughter echoed around the room as you walked in and called our doom spill my guts on these pages spill my guts on the floor you hovered for ages stood at the door just breathe, my dear it’ll all be fine oh no, i fear i’ve crossed the line the lovesick girls with golden curls i’ve gone to join them there for pretty boys with many ploys and a million reasons not to care