I don’t know how to tell you. But I’m just not that into you. I don’t like the way you treat me. You say you’re going to call, and you don’t. Rather you were out getting drunk with a friend. It’s like texting messaging doesn’t work all of a sudden.
I don’t want to be your after thought, which is what I feel like.
You had an extra ticket to the Leaf game, you took a buddy and chalked it up to the Marlies tickets he bought for you. Completely forgetting the show I took you to last Thursday.
Again. I’m a second thought.
No texting today, again, as if I didn’t matter.
So I’m not sure how to tell you this, but this just isn’t going to work.
We’re off to a rocky start, and I’m moving past feeling like a second class citizen.
