For what it’s worth I would have said yes if only you had asked But you didn’t so I never got the chance For what it’s worth Smirnoff green apple still tastes like you So much so that I had to stop drinking it For what it’s worth I still think of you from time to time But you don’t think of me so I’ll try to stop
C. McCoy, “For What it’s Worth” (via cassidymccoypoetry)

















