Maybe I was too pale, maybe I was too fat.
Maybe you had better, better luck in the sack.
No formal education and I swore way too much,
But I swear you didn’t fucking care because we were in love.
So as I write this letter and shed my last tear
know it’s all for the better that we end this here.
Let’s close this chapter, say one last prayer,
But don’t say that you love me.
anyone know who makes that coat?
