Nothing you can say or do phases me anymore.
Tell me you've just broken up with your true love one more time-
I'll laugh in your face. (I swear to God, next time I will)
(Keep reading, don't call me a *itch yet, you'll have more to work with at the end anyway)
Do you think I care about your stupid boyfriend?
Is that what you want to hear?
Fine then,
I'm sorry you broke up. (How many times will I have to say this?)
(And when are you ever going to find out who I am now- don't you want to know?)
You think it was worth anything in the first place?
I'll lie to you because I don't want to hurt you.
I care about you,
But let's just be honest for one minute here (because I never could be to your face)
You'll just go through this again,
Maybe next week,
Maybe next month.
You can't live without it.
(But I will never say this out loud.)
Calloused you say?
No, I've just seen it so many times before-
It's like watching myself in rewind.
It's not even that I don't believe you loved each other,
(Just like you've loved every other boy you've lost weight over)
That I don't believe you've hurt-
Hurt through the holding warmth of his arms,
Hurt through the late night conversations ending in hang ups-
The drunken fights, the smoking of cigarettes on the back porch
Hurt through the kissing, the yelling, the teasing, the screaming-
I'm tired of reliving it, NJ, I hate it.
Is this the kind of love you want?
Confined to life within his lines.
Oh NJ, don't you know you could be glorious?
