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You don't call me, and I am sorry. You don't call me, and I am sorry. You don't call me, and I don't want me to want you to call me. You don't call me, and I don't want me to want you to call me anymore...

Everything about the last two years makes me sick, makes me sad, and scared of myself. And on the phone you'd always know when I was lying on my bed. Yeah, you could smell it on breath, chocolate, or peppermint, or your favorite. Save it, I won't say it.

You know I've learned to sit real still. You know I've learned to keep my mouth shut. You know I've learned to lie to my friends. You don't know I've learned what train she rides in the morning.

She could smell it on my breath, toxic and desperate, that you were my favorite. Save it, I won't say it.

Everything about the next two years makes me sick, makes me sad, and not proud of myself. And on the phone you'll always know how bad I miss you, because I'll tell you.

But you don't call me, and I am sorry. Yeah, you don't call me. I'm so fucking sorry! I'm fucking sorry! I'm fucking sorry. Can you forgive me?

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from I Think I'm Going To Throw Up, released April 29, 2014

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