My brain forces me to imagine your death, in detail, over and over again
How it'll happen, what I'll do
When was the last time we talked?
I keep repeating "I don't need you back" to myself and some day I'll believe it
but for now I'll drive to your house in the middle of the night just to stand by your mailbox and miss you even when I know you'll never be anything but toxic to me

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