Poetic Justice?

by stupid
(nowhere, arizona)

I'm drunk. The thoughts just fly.
You're still here after 2 years of being with her
You tell me I lie
You tell me I flirt
You tell me I am the reason why.
My hair isn't blonde
My butt isn't round
My teeth are straight
I'm five foot two

standing here infront of you and after all we've been through you can't get her out of your mind!?