dear frankie,
everything was about you, and sometimes i remember how that felt
everything was about you, and sometimes i remember how that felt
i used to listen to these songs in my bedroom thinking about you. right now, i still think about you. not in the same way as before, but for some reason the songs still hit the same. save me save me save me i really was in love with you wasn't i? it doesn't matter it doesn't matter it doesn't matter not even a little at all. please don't bring up those stupid things you've told me. i never want to relive you like that again.