like vinegar and death.
something tells me it is real this time,
and I will never hear from her again.
it's for the best, because
moving on is forgotten freedom.
I regret moving to Queens,
but I will make new memories.
the saddest I have ever been,
my arms won't stop shaking.
even last night's break-up
wasn't this bad.
life goes up and life goes down,
which means I am due for an uptick.
but love sucks my dick,
and songs tell the story.
I will definitely die this year,
however I am okay with it, and I have your name tattooed on me.