Unfucking Someone


Unfucking someone resonates so much with my “Unlearning” philosophy with a tiny bit difference i.e. I never fucked anyone, I always made love no matter how much the other individual was fake, needy or greedy.

This song (undrunk by Fletcher) reminds me so much of a whorish street slut who did not only open her legs but her womb too out of desperation to not just have me (and my baby), but my money, home and car too.

Undrunk by Fletcher

Lyrics:

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you
At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you

Honestly, this party’s over
Everyone here should have gone home
But I’m afraid of being sober
‘Cause the first thing I do when I’m alone

I start touching myself to the photos that you used to send me
I should have deleted, but kept it a secret
Is that crazy to do?
So I squeeze out the lime on the ice of my drink
And the juice hits the cuts on my fingers
It still doesn’t burn as much as the thought of you

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you
At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you
But some things you can’t undo
I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers
So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper
But some things you can’t undo
And one of them’s you

I’m afraid to turn the lights on
I don’t wanna face this rebound
Is it weird if I come over?
I want to, but I know that she’s around

So I’m touching myself to the photos that you used to send me
I should have deleted, but kept it a secret
Is that crazy to do?
Oh, I’m hungry and wasted and my hands are shaking
I shouldn’t be cooking, but spilling hot water
It still doesn’t burn as much as the thought of you

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you
At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you
But some things you can’t undo
I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers
So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper
But some things you can’t undo
And one of them’s you

Been through every emotion
Right now I’m sad and broken
Like the bottles on the floor
But I’m too buzzed to clean ’em up

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could, I could un-love you

Wish I could get a little un-drunk so I could un-call you
At five in the morning, I would un-fuck you
But some things you can’t undo
I wish I could un-kiss the room full of strangers
So I could un-spite you, un-lose my temper
But some things you can’t undo
And one of them’s you
You, you, wish I could un-love you
You, you, you, wish I could un-call you, yeah
You, you, you, wish I could un-fuck you, you
Wish I could un-love you

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