I've got a quaint sense of evanescence
Mind is never present He said my aura's very pleasant And that I'm a blessing
I said "Thanks, but maybe next time send it in a message
I don't like talking but I don't mind texting."
He said, "Bet." I think he's upset Was it something I said?
He left me on read Now I'm in my bed
And I'm staring at my bedroom wall Or I'm hiding in a bathroom stall
You should keep your phone on you In case I actually do call
But I never do I always say I will But I never do
I say I will but I don't And you catch an attitude Like, what is it with you?
I don't need you to feel good But you don't think that's true