I'm sorry.
Recently, I made a promise to myself that the next time I got a boyfriend,
I'd be on the lookout for red flags.
And if I saw any,
I would do the healthy thing
and I would murder him.

And then I'd say,
''When you taste in man is as bad as mine,
they don't just go away quietly.
They slash your tries and they kill your dogs and
tell you that the music you like ain't real music at all.''
And all the cruelty... tears you apart after a while.

You were real pretty and all,
I think you're more pretty like this,
with all those rotten thought s emptied from your head.