I just want to make this clear...
Everything and nothing is about to change.
And you, you are just like a fever
. I find your kindness to usually end in a cold sweat
.
I always could be too much and not enough at the same time.
I didn't read...sorry...shoot me.
I fucking live here...geezus.
Don't lock me out.
If i'd asked for your two cents worth, well, you'd know because I would have asked...but thanks for the extra 23.
And you, you would leave...because everyone does eventually.
But before you did, you'd surely call me out
Well, then there's you. YOU can stop looking at me like that. Considering the mere impossibility of it all,it's almost just cruel.
You...no I don't want any... so don't holla at your girl.
...don't bang my car with your door, and then hate on my ribbon. bitch
.
If you want to play that game...prepare to be schooled.
Two years later, a lemon drop is not the way to my heart, but thanks for trying.
You wake up next to the wrong person every morning...this is me not feeling sorry for you.
Oh and you, I'm sorry you can't follow my wit...I mean, I'm really just sorry you're so fucking boring.
You just make me fucking sick. Seriously.
Fucking puddle.
Here's to bitches and hoes...count me out.
Oh, as if living with it isn't bad enough, let's rub it in my face.
So tell me darling, who do you want me to be tomorrow?
I'll be the one with my back to you, on my way out the door.
Thanks for all the time you never wasted on me.
Some things will never be stronger than your pride.
Not my pride.
Your pride.
Hey, I'm just being honest.
And you, you are just like a fever
. I find your kindness to usually end in a cold sweat
.
I always could be too much and not enough at the same time.
I didn't read...sorry...shoot me.
I fucking live here...geezus.
Don't lock me out.
If i'd asked for your two cents worth, well, you'd know because I would have asked...but thanks for the extra 23.
And you, you would leave...because everyone does eventually.
But before you did, you'd surely call me out
Well, then there's you. YOU can stop looking at me like that. Considering the mere impossibility of it all,it's almost just cruel.
You...no I don't want any... so don't holla at your girl.
...don't bang my car with your door, and then hate on my ribbon. bitch
.
If you want to play that game...prepare to be schooled.
Two years later, a lemon drop is not the way to my heart, but thanks for trying.
You wake up next to the wrong person every morning...this is me not feeling sorry for you.
Oh and you, I'm sorry you can't follow my wit...I mean, I'm really just sorry you're so fucking boring.
You just make me fucking sick. Seriously.
Fucking puddle.
Here's to bitches and hoes...count me out.
Oh, as if living with it isn't bad enough, let's rub it in my face.
So tell me darling, who do you want me to be tomorrow?
I'll be the one with my back to you, on my way out the door.
Thanks for all the time you never wasted on me.
Some things will never be stronger than your pride.
Not my pride.
Your pride.
Hey, I'm just being honest.