Love, Loss, and Linguistics: A Bittersweet Lament

jesus what’s a girl to do this boy doesn’t even know the difference between their there and they are yet he’s naked in my room missing all the things he’s missing god knows that he isn’t living large a boy who is nice that breathes I swear, he’s nowhere to been seen it’s slim pickings if I can’t have the one I love guess it’s you that I’ll be kissing just to get my my fixings since the good ones are deceased or taken I just keep on moaning and bitching