Maybe I'd stop obsessing about boys who don't
call me anymore, boys who only flirt
with possibility and promise,
boys who appreciate my body and my mind, yes,
but in that order,
and manage to finagle my heart into the deal.
Yeah, maybe I'd stop if
Ezra Miller gave me a call.
There are a million girls in Montreal,
so maybe you should stop fucking with me if
I'm never going to see you again.
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