Three Months

I might not be your girl anymore
We may not have an ending
Just some reckless pretending
No heart to heart talks
Just a couple more fucks
And then you won't notice me as I drift astray
I know you won't care when I slip away

We may be drinking a few bottles a night
Then we'll close our eyes, and remember why we fight
Maybe we aren't meant to be
Cause you make me wanna scream
You make me want to find a dream of my own
A place in the sun I can call my home

I try so hard not to mold you into my ideal muse
Cause you're just a man whose been bruised
Should I settle this week
'Cause we never really speak
I'm waiting for the day you lose my trust
I'm waiting for you to feel a bit more lust for another girl



Credits
Writer(s): Frances Mehlenbacher
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