Your fat body was crushing me
and I couldn't get away from your old-man aftershave/sweat smell.
It made me feel sick inside
and even more sick when I woke up
because it was one of those dreams where you suspect it might've been real
but talk yourself into believing that it wasn't.
I don't have to talk myself into believing the regret I feel, though.
I don't have to talk myself into believing the regret I feel, though.
That's very real.
And if you knew you were still haunting me,
your happiness surrounding the situation would be even more real
and equally as sick
as I feel.
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