420 No Scope

I’ll admit that I am jealous
When you sip your wine
Because your lips are pressed against your glass
Instead of pressed against mine
And it wouldn’t hurt so bad
If you would just text me back
But I guess we’ll never talk again
And things got so busy
When I went off to college
When I was living
In our best friend’s apartment
And you stopped trying to make time for me
Like you did when we were seventeen
I always feel like shit
I’m sorry for this
Punch me in the face
Knock the thoughts of you out of my brain
Kick me in the teeth
So that I can stop complaining
And saying stupid things
And things got so busy
When I went off to college
When I was living
In our best friend’s apartment
And you stopped trying to make time for me
Like you did when we were seventeen
I always feel like shit
I’m sorry for this