You are the kind of boyfriend I've learned to forget
The kind which, in the empty mornings, made me cum, cum, cum
I was exhausting while fucking
Soon I was exhausting of you and your voice
Don't think you mean a lot to me
Because I can't distinct between you and the one I fucked yesterday
(Even though I don't know his name)
And you are not everything, to ever be forgotten
Sorry for the rudeness, and sorry for the towel
I know your mom will understand one day
That things had to be as they were
And that I soiled the towel, in a moment that I fucking loved you
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