Today, I realized
All my music really is just noise
I like to talk to myself
But when in your voice
I wrote this poem 'bout you
Listen, you don't have no choice
And I'll keep waiting 'less you start talking to other boys
I wrote this poem 'bout you
Listen, you don't have no choice
And I'll keep waiting 'less you start talking to other boys
Fucking hate my brain
Wanna blow it out
I can't talk 'bout that with you
You might hear me out
Say you feel the same as me
But you just want clout
I'm really the only one
Who doesn't run their mouth
Keep her picture
You might miss her