aka sin bin

i cheated on my last boyfriend (you don’t know him)
i cheated on the SAT’s (you didn’t have to take them)
i lied about liking your music (you sound like someone i already know)
i lied about the last time i had sex (you said it’s been awhile)
i stole red lipstick from CVS (you look like a heart­eating clown after i kiss you)
i stole a funny line from a funnier girl (you have an OK sense of humor)
i drank too much & danced (you used to have a problem)
i drank too much & texted you (you have your read receipts on)
i threw my trash on the ground (you believe everything around us is cement, anyway)
i was proud of getting you in my bed (you’re so punk rock)
i was proud of my body (your brown looks good next to mine)
i was jealous of everyone who came before me (you stopped counting after a while)
i was jealous of the name on your arm (you really love your mom)
i cursed around some children (you’re not ready to be a dad)
i cursed the table for bumping into me (you think that’s very Latino of me)
i killed a bug with my shoe (you left track marks on my floor)
i killed the last french fry (you don’t expect me to pay you back)
i was bitter about it (you didn’t have to get up that early)
i’m still bitter about it (you could’ve stayed -­ right here)