my kisses are like goodbyes
and my hello's are like low blows
or so you told me
and now im sitting here alone
wondering exactly what you meant
while you go dancing with the rest
and im in bed typing these words that make no sense
with little to no emote left
and i wonder why i care
or if i even do at all
so i come to these conclusions of contusions
that girls dislike being rebuffed as much as some men fear it
and that makes all the sense in the world
for as much as i like to be liked
i didnt like being liked by you
it was forced and i felt coerced
and all the social pressures couldnt keep me from
dumping you