You
know what? She sleeps in his bed. Five nights a week, she sleeps in his bed. I can’t get it out of my head. It’s them having sex. It’s her writing checks to me she can’t
cash. It’s me dreaming about him
grabbing her ass. It’s two people in the
ultimate clash. I need out of this
relationship. I need out of this friendship. I need an out... fast. Her poor roommate: she has to sleep alone. She shouldn’t have told me she never goes
home. Did you get a cell phone because you
got tired of calling me and then going over? She’s
called me a player, and I’m getting played. Every
time she tells me she loves me, another guy gets laid.
Well I’m through with speaking to her.
I’m tired of hearing she wishes it was me there, sleeping with her. But he’s dreaming with her and waking with
her and eating with her and... being with her. This
is a disturbance in my life. I was happy and
fine and everything was nice. She thought I
was going to be upset. I wouldn’t put
it past me. I bet you anyone could’ve
asked me, and I’d’ve told them. I
can imagine what it feels like at night when you hold him.
I can’t see you having any moments with him that are less than golden.
