contradictory

let's go rip some hearts
leave them behind bleeding
while we go on drinking
from coffee mugs and smirnoffs
with "friends" who happen
to kiss us because that's
what friends do apparently
there's no caring
there's no loving
there's "you're available,
and don't know any better"
and we can't go back because
those we've left have found out
and we don't know what to say because
we don't know when we're lying
and when we do
we've forgotten what we had
traded it away for NYC
*he*, not *this*
is what's "for the best"
but we can never tell
those we've destroyed
that would just be mean