Well, People Will Talk
Matthew Hitt
You doing these poems,
I don't like the prose,
You don't know what you're talking about,
They show you indifference,
You think it's a rebuttal,
Ad patri just fucking around,
Hello, it's all too real
I drove myself off to death,
Wondering about who you woke up with,
How much fun is it?
Takes a lot to exist,
A lot to admit,
What I'm feeling jealous about,
Cause all of your friends too there looking,
You joke around but oh, it's all too real
I drove myself off to death
Wondering about who you woke up with
I drove myself off to death,
Wondering about who you woke up with,
How much fun is it?
Everybody knows but me
