Uncool

I liked you better before you were cool
when you used to eat Little Debbie cakes
and sit on the floor and play guitar

I liked it better when you wore black because you were depressed
not because you heard Neil Gaiman was, "Totally effing rad man"

You used to kiss me
I used to feel it

I wonder if you'd like me now...
I'm sure I eat too much and smoke too little to hang

I'm sure my breasts aren't symmetrical enough
and that my pooch of soft skin around my belly button would instantly cause you to stop eating
"sympathy fats" you know...

I got drunk on red wine and threw up in your sink once
I never told you that
the red vomit stained your towels

I wonder if you knew it was me
I wonder if you miss me
I wonder if you take your sunglasses off to fuck

I bet you don't

I bet that gets annoying