Feeling so uncut I can barely get the words out of my mouth,
See you walking up and all these clouded apparitions, they fade out.
Tell myself just breathe, breathe you in, just breathe.
I won’t let you leave, don’t leave me here,
Don’t you know I need you now?
I’ve got you stuck on mind,
and it’s driving me crazy.
Won’t let her get to me,
bury this fantasy that I’m living in.
But then every face I see, she’s staring right back at me,
and I need her now.
I’ve got you stuck on my mind,
And it’s driving me crazy
I don’t understand. I really don’t. what was the point of that. you act interested then drop off the face of the earth, you snapchat hello again and I ask you how you are spending the evening and you say going to the gay bar. Ok? Go have fun. Why are you involving me in any of this. I put the “whenever” ball in his court a long fucking time ago and all he wants are snapchat conversations that go nowhere. okay cool. I’m good. my last text was “make out with someone for me. I haven’t been out in ages” I seriously don’t understand games.