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

The Dear Hunter


"Everything you want can be summed up in these words..."

As much as I love seeing my friends' band Ghost Mall play shows, when they play the song that was written about me, I don't like that everyone sings it to me.

Sounds silly, I know.
But it would be a nice feeling, if it weren't:
"Everyone you know is worried for your life
They say, 'Emily please take my advice.'"

Am I the only one that isn't worried for me?
It's probably how it's supposed to go.
You're always the last one to worry.

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