I'm so fucking sick of love songs One minute you say Baby pull me closer The next it's I hate you I love you And fuck if I don't hate that I need you. Alone is the way you left me Now all these songs we shared Stuck like glue to memories That that my fucking breath away. Music is like the weather It has a vibe It can bring out the manic or the depressive You were like a 70 degree heat in December Two weeks later you were an ice storm I hit black ice And I can't seem to remember what song was on the radio.














