Tore

No slightness in the blow you give To my mouth Most likely trying to just go with it And be like everybody else that Tore up your dress on the cement I felt bad for expecting it Up until it's the very end The grass that I hid all of my throwing up in In your backyard by the front porch I lied when I came back in there feverish And you could see right through me, But said that I'm not being transparent Tore up your dress on the cement Made you blush with embarrassment Which made me feel irreplaceable But the way I act's unforgivable And swore that it was just another accident The way it looks is unsettling The way my teeth hurt is unbearable The way your T-shirt's unwearable