And when I couldn't come over�
one day
I felt like the black art
Of every abandoned journal
Maybe it was my fault
Us breaking up
Maybe I take too much
Talk too much
Make messes I'm not equip
To clean up
But I wanna kiss u
more
Than a few times a week
And touch u
underneath the sheets
And curl up next to ur body
And�
maybe
Disappear
(Finally)