i haven’t written
 and you call out the whole truth
 (love my introvert)
 
 i know you hate her
 and i know you–you’ll love her
 shit in car and all
 
 just like you loved me
 threads falling from my buttons
 (you just resisted)
 
 shit on car and all
 you fell head over heels, Love
 in love with this mess
 
 (and look at those eyes)
 true as the cat is black, Babes
 true as hard core truth