Your Car

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We were in your car when you said you wanted to talk to me

Said you missed me so I started a tantrum

When I wanted to leave the doors were locked

When I screamed at you

You held my throat and told me to watch my tone

You were playing RnB in your car

I stared outside with tears in my eyes

And a lump in my throat

I stayed staring

Even when you started kissing my neck

I didn't moan like I usually do

Instead I stayed sitting still with my hands in my lap

Looking the other direction

I never missed you

So stop acting like you loved me

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