Dear Ms. Leading,

I regret to inform you I've fallen out of lust.
It must be so hard to understand.
Did you really think me a fool enough to play along?
And make believing everything you said was true
Push your pouting lips on other unsuspecting lovers

Love,
The Dear Hunter

11.18.2009

LTT, I Hate You, 143

Let's get high, spreading out on my kitchen floor
Across the days you knew my kisses so well you described them to me
and I'll forget everything you'll turn into tomorrow
Cigarette, stale breath, warm nights, cold feet
A moment's worth is never worth enough to me
Get this- you were the last thing I thought I'd miss
Dancing, laughing, loathing, jealousy
who is she?
who is she?
who is she?
Not me, never been
Our time is up
Will you miss me?

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