Sunday

Nothing's absolutely definite till it's absolutely, definitely, definitely gone

I'm searching in my phone book for a number I don't have. You given me some insecurities now it's my turn to give you some of mine. You're a jet black beauty bound to break me down, but I rather chose my own fate with a casual disaster from a peroxide princess. I can still smell the bleach on her hair and I know you will smell it on me too.