for all the happy times you've had
I'll smile like we're friends then try to offend you
text you later "i was drunk" so you don't get mad
no one wants to be alone
no one wants to be alone
on a Saturday night, feeling colder than ice, eating ramen and rice for the rest of your life
Goddamn Mr. Rosenstock, you've done it again.
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