So yeah. I talked shit about you. Mean shit. But, come on. I was waaaaasted out of my mind. No reason to cry like a little bitch. You swept me off my feet and continue to do so. And, I mean, I'm kind of a bitch anyways, right? Seriously. Let's look over this. I mean, if what I said is true, I'm the one suffering. Not you.
I'll still bone you til the sun comes up,