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I’m doing my best, trust me.
Home isn’t a place. It’s you.
Get drunk, I need the truth.
You’re still my favourite ‘what if’.
I’d hate you if I could.
I’m doing the best I can.
Don’t force pieces that don’t fit.
Because hangovers hurt less than heartache.
She tasted like alcohol and mistakes.
He killed me with unsaid words.
I have mixed drinks about feelings.
…and we never talked after that.
Your flaws aren’t flaws to me.
Nothing about my love is temporary.
It was the third ‘last time’.
He liked her with long hair so she cut it short.
You smiling at me. That’s enough.
You can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that it’s him.
Summer nights should be spent outside.