lackluster

i remember mickeys in the park. and you telling me that he's not as smart as he thinks he is. you telling me that he's a snake. that you dont trust him. that youre using him because he uses you.

telling me i was wrong for caring.
telling me to let it go.

and now its mickeys at your house. and a vicarious conversation with the personification of highschool drama and bad memories. if you wanted the best for me why the fuck would you expose me to that? to him?

i think you just want to make yourself feel better.
i think you just cant stand the idea of not being friends with an ex. that maybe someone has your number.