I’m the kind of person who doesn’t get over things very easily. You could say something nice to me and I’d appreciate it for days. A taxi driver might be rude to me and I’d think about it for hours. I should’ve known better, I wouldn’t d get over you so fast.
I should have known that even looking at vodka makes me want to go back to a time that was never meant to last. I should have known that the photos would only haunt me. I should have known that those songs would all remind me of you. I should have known that you’d be the only person I would crave to talk to. I should have known I would end up staying up all night, missing you.
I should have known I’d be broken.