I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.
I almost messaged you today.
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.
Loving my hair u guys have no idea!
‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned word And love dares you to care for the people on the edge People on streets of the night and love dares you To change our way of caring about ourselves
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i’m so cool like… woe
Under Pressure - Queen & David Bowie (Hot Space, 1982)