he thinks my favorite color is grey
and i don’t argue
he gets me roses without thorns
and i don’t tell him
that i still have mine
he thinks that my laugh was made for him
and i disagree
~ and he calls maddy, which is not how you spell my name
he thinks my favorite color is grey
and i don’t argue
he gets me roses without thorns
and i don’t tell him
that i still have mine
he thinks that my laugh was made for him
and i disagree
~ and he calls maddy, which is not how you spell my name
Perfectly Imperfect Me 