I Called You A Fucking Home Wrecker! Do You Even Own Pants?

i am every boy ive ever known.

everything i never understood now makes so much sence.

and i still have no idea what im supposed to do.

if there was nothing, i wouldn't be thinking about it right now.
if it didnt feel right i would have said no.
but the balls in my court for this game.
i know that if i jump in im all in.
and im the only one who can get myself back out.
this is un fucking real.
for all the wrong reasons.

yes, i do own pants.
i was however not wearing them while your boyfriend was sleeping in my bed.

and now im left with this decision.
and all these answers to all my questions that have gone so long un answered.
i am experiencing this evertold love story from the other side.
im the one changing my mind, ignoring phone calls, leading on, not only wreaking homes but burning them to the ground.

i feel like if its what i want ill know, and there will be no questions.

there are not many, but few.
i think i must do the opposite everything that was done wrong to me.
fate's meaning becomes new to me today.
i am at a loss for words, and decisions, but answers today i am full of.