i cut my finger on a piece of paper,
but i can barely trace the outline of the wound.
it wasn't deep but it hurt like no other
the persistent ache reminded me of you.
you never said you'd treat me like a lover
and to tell the truth i wouldn't want you to
but when i see you dancing with those others
it sucks because i don't think they're that cute.
yeah you're hot but boy you could be smarter
and you're vain, ignorant, pretty fucking lame
but you were always there to keep me warmer
as you reassured me that you knew my name.
this cut hurts when i type these letters
hurts when i run my hands through my hair
like you did once when we didn't act like strangers
it hurts more than how much you don't care.