“I hope whenever you hear someone say my name you can’t breath. I hope that when your mother asks why I haven’t come round in a long while you have to fight back the urge to tell her that you fucked up our relationship, and that you fucked me up as well. I hope that when your little brother tells you he misses seeing me you have to stop yourself before you reply with “me too”. But baby, it’s far to late now to admit that you want me, I’ve moved on, you’ve lost me.”
