I don’t love you better than your ex,

And I couldn’t care less.

I like to see that smile on your face

When I tell you all the things you like to hear;

It amuses me because they are lies you can’t detect.

Your brokenness aligns with mine.

Girl, you need therapy

But then I remember you’re a millennial;

You already know exactly what’s wrong with you.

You just laugh at your own pain.

There is nothing you won’t do for a broken love.

You wouldn’t even recognize the real thing;

This feels familiar, and you don’t know any better.

So sit here, my love.

Let me whisper sweet little nothings into your ears.

Give you mixed-up signals.

And let you drown in your own vanity.

I’m going to stop talking now.

Hoping that in the silence, you will finally find yourself,

Because I won’t say another word to you.

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