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I feel like the kid in Teenage Dirtbag in The Sound Of My Voice

  • May 1, 2017, 8:01 p.m.
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It was fucking perfect,
(As I knew that it would be)
It was fucking perfect,
When he was fucking me.

I grew up gazing longingly
At that delicious smile
Of course he dated my best friend
And I lived in denial.

We danced around each other
But the chemistry was real
And now I’m a fucking cliche
Cos ”I can’t help what I feel”

Fifteen years of dreaming
And I’m blushing like a kid
My young self never had him…
But the older version did.

Dropping kisses on my nose
And acting like he cares
And suddenly it’s possible…
We’re having an affair?

He brought his partner with him
I left mine at home
He left her sitting at the bar
And cornered me alone

He whispered something quickly
I was too drunk to hear
But in the cold light of sobriety
It slowly became clear

Did he really say that??
He’d dump her, if I was free
That if we ever had a chance
He’d want to be with me?

Apparently our friends all thought
We’d get together (eventually…)
But I never thought a guy like that
Could give a second glance to me

So we moved along and moved away
Met up again by chance
I forgot how to say no
…he kissed me as we danced

Maybe it was destiny,
A simple twist of fate
Or maybe that’s a shit excuse
For a really big mistake

We’re no Romeo and Juliet
Entwined in star-crossed love:
Let’s just call it what it is…
We’re skanky cheating cunts.

A pathetic seedy saga
Will never have a happy end
All I’m going to end up doing
Is lose another friend

Because back at home my husband
Is my reality
Smashed off his face on cider
And passed out on the settee.


Last updated May 01, 2017


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