"Hold On, I'm Practicing For the Afterlife"

Lately it's all
pretend to love eachother,
fuck a lot,
pretend to love eachother,
fuck a lot
between us
and that's cool, but
that girl who gave me her number in McDonald's
and Urban Outfitters cashier number 9692
have really caught my eye as of
last time I walked into those respective businesses
totally fucking shitfaced
and I'm so sorry,
but I haven't had any sex I would call "casual" since
L'automne,
and it's time to make a change.

I know I'm a shitty boyfriend,
Thanks for AIDS, btw.