I’m really bitchy and
hey, I don’t do anything like [giving] cheap false hope
I drink, and late at night
when you call
are you being polite or something?
I ask because I really don’t know
“why do you ignore me?” you ask again
the piled-up messages are dust to me
an address no one can find, it’s underwater
why can’t you understand me
how many times did I explain
because there’s still someone living in my heart
i don’t wanna waste my time
it’s not because I don’t like you
it’s not because you’re ugly
it’s because it can’t be a different person