My presence is but nothing to you,
Romantically, I mean
I don't wanna be perceived,
Troubling as that may seem
I'm hurt that nothing works
Can't believe the universe
Has f*cked me up,
Now you've f*cked me up
Why does everyone talk until 3 AM?
Losing sleep over someone who doesn't give a damn?
I'd rather talk until 2
Than burn a hole through my pillow,
Crying about you
I'd rather talk until 2
Cuz 3's romantic hour,
And I don't love you