Na na baby
the girl who gives you migraines, but you still chase her like she’s the last piece of pizza in the box, she’s your everything, even when she’s being a pain in the ass
She texted me at 2 a. m. about her dog. I replied at 3 a. m. about her hips.
She said she’d never leave me again. Then she left me for a taco.
I love her. I also want to throw her out the window.