I see those photographs and it all comes rushing back.
I was in my basement, I was wallowing in my fear, depression, and self pity. I loved every minute of it. I refused to visit you because I hadn't showered in three days. That's who I was. I swore at you because I didn't shower.

I guess the important thing is that you all are in my life now, but I see those photographs and it all comes rushing back.
You didn't need me.
You didn't want me.
You didn't notice me.
You were angry at me.
I see those photographs and it all comes rushing back.
You admiring her.
You stroking her.
You needing her.
You wanting her.

In the photo, she's wearing that necklace that now belongs to me. Her legs are draped over yours, and she looks relaxed and happy and comfortable. I can't read you. I can't read you. I can't read you. I can't read you. I can't read you.

The important thing is, the necklace is mine now. The important thing is you don't even glance at her anymore.

But it still hurts.
Why?
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"Kylie"

Kylie,
You're a slave to the machine.

We all know, we all know.

Kylie,
Don't apologize to me.
Don't grovel at my feet.
Its so unbecomming.

We all know, we all know.

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Jenny,
Do you wish you were me?
Or should I be wishing
That I were more like you.