Boys

How about you don't call me at 2 AM?

How about you don't play your stupid guitar for me?

How about you don't sing to me?

And how about you don't text me for three hours at a time?

Or chat with me for two hours at a time?

How about you don't ignore me and be a flake and a douchebag?

Oh, and by the way, I hate you.

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