Counting all the days since I last saw him
Counting all the ways I'm better off
Promising myself that I won't call him
Promising myself I've learned a lot
I could write about this and call it art
But I don't even want to, cause it will break your heart
Oh I slept with your boyfriend over Christmas break
So happy birthday Jesus! oh what a big mistake
I didn't even want to, but we were in his room
I didn't even like it. It wasn't even good
But I thought that he loved me, so it seemed okay
To sacrifice myself in that way