You Swore Your Words Were An Accident

You jokingly say
“Whiskey heals all wounds
And that’s how I got over you, Dear,
‘Cause you’re still always
Comin’ around, only you
Don’t like the way this conversation
Is going anymore
And you just want to escape;
I can be my own fucking
Best friend!”
And my God, honey bee,
You scare me to death
When you report to me
That I’ve got it bad,
I just wanted to get away,
And now this is much too
Angst-y for your liking,
But I beg you to come
Over, ‘cause I don’t wanna
Be alone tonight,
But all you wanted to say was,
A thank you for your
Birthday card I sent
Two months too late;
You’ve been seventeen
Since late October,
But you don’t mind
That I’m out of the loop,
Just as long as I still play along;
I think you’re lying when
You say you’re doing alright
Because you never want
To listen to my calls;
You tell me to lift my shirt,
And show you my
'Fucking broken heart'
I’m always pissing and moaning over;
I’m just a drunk catholic girl
Who was always too stuck up
To give a damn about you;
So I say you’re looking sick,
And you argue and say you
Just want to be saved,
So we all painted your room
Baby blue and left you
To be by yourself,
You can't help, but tell me about
How the acid does nothing
For you these days,
And you wonder aloud,
“My, God, when
Did all of this get
Shot to hell?”
Nice question,
But now you're
Swearing your words were
Just an accident