november 22nd, 2002 / 1:50 a.m.

its raining again in boston (what a fitting fucking scene) and yet again you've gotten away with one of your innocent little scandals (im left looking like the vandal)

how many times are you going to be right before you're wrong? im sick of fucking singing the same tired old song..

the train ride home isn't nearly as tedious as hearing you talk your way out of yet another infidelity. maybe for once you should heed your own advice and "suck it up" and admit you're to blame.

i'm not innocent, but neither are you. and for once i'm not the one being wronged.

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