Wedding (You're the worst)

I wish I knew how to stop things before they get worse. I wish I didn't search for you and see how fucking stupid, wrong, and shattered you are because it made me want you more. I want to fix you in an unironic way.

Kiss me and love me, fuck me, and think of me. I'm not your ex, I'm not good or decent but I can be yours. Tell me that's good enough.

I'll go where you go just want me there with you, tell me you want me. That's all I fucking want.

I want to stop this weird crush on you. But you were the first to fuck me, doesn't that mean you've claimed me? Maybe you're mine but I'm not yours. I can never be as good as the first. I can never be in your head as much as someone who's gone. Maybe that's it. I need to be gone.

Smoke with me again, let's laugh into each other's mouths again. Fuck me like you love me. Or stop seeing me if you can't. I don't mean that.

So stay or leave because I can't stop thinking about you.