Will you validate my hurt like a parking pass
A get-out-of-jail-free card for being an ass
So selfish I can’t see beyond how this feels for me
Like a phantom pain where a limb used to be
An insatiable itch that can no longer be scratched
A gaping hole that can’t be patched
And as much as I know this feels more wrong every day
I know it’s worse for you in every way