Never caught a feelin' this hard, harder than the liquor I pour
Tell me you don't want me no more, but I can't let go
Everybody told me so, feelin' like I sold my soul
Devil in the form of a whore
You said it
No, you said it
We'd be together
Oooh, I fall apart, down to my core
Oooh, didn't know it before
Surprised when you caught me off guard
All this damn jewelry I bought
You was my shorty, I thought
— I Fall Apart by Post Malone
T Y L E R
"So, where is she?" asked Faith as we walked in front of the Columbia Business School building. After I had walked out of the apartment, I had been wandering around, basically doing anything I could to harden my heart so I would not turn around and tell Autumn everything.