She told me

Something like "she hates me"

Well I guess that's that

Don't know what she's getting at

An impulse

Cost you your best run

Go rinse off

Keep pretending that nothing is real

Look at that

I saw you in my dream

And now my stomach feels weird

And I'm having trouble breathing

How funny

You had

That sweatshirt

You said

"Maybe now you'll give a shit"