My love’s a waste

I’d still have you you know,

You’re still playing on my heart.

I’d bring you into the house.

They’d try to like you.

My dad would still think you were a shit though, which you are.

My mum would agree, but she knows you make me happy.

She knows I don’t get like this for nothing.

And she knows how long I hold on to lost loves.

It’s worse that we didn’t argue this time.

Just fell silent.

Wish they didn’t have to keep saying I’m “well out of it”.

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