Since when

Have you decided that your love is worthwhile?
I obliterated any verbal contract when my body writhed in his bed.
Not yours.
Even if it meant nothing...
"Well, I'm sort of attached."
"Then why are you doing...this?"
"Because I'm not attached in that way. This means nothing."
"There's something wrong if this doesn't mean anything."
"Well what do you want it to mean?"
It came out a little more flirtatious and porn than I meant.
Neon yellow tank top, stretched out on scratchy carpet.
Well, let me kiss you on the mouth.
I'm better at convincing than you give me credit for.
I threw a decent brand of condom at him and laughed.
But really my heart had been broken long before I led myself to ruin.
The greatest paradox of all:
I've done much worse than what you've condemned already.
I gave up on feeling anything awhile ago,
All those long walks from center crying dramatic makeup smeared tears
ensured that.
So if you want to fall in love, its 50 cents a minute to hear my quavery
voice speak falsehoods easier than the forked tongue of a snake.
It doesn't mean anything.