Testo May Days

I'll close my eyes and try not to choke
And we want it all, but I settle every time
So I'll sit and I'll drink and I'll think about calling.
And if the smile you've got on fits the story you're telling?...
Where the fuck are you now?

You've read the books you're supposed to,
But which one to love and which one to fuck, you've confused. When you break on the phone think of me.
When you want to go home think of me,
And I'll think of you like shitty tattoos I cut away
But when you pulled away I embraced

No regrets
I got no regrets