In a damp dark room in the centre of the city
I scratch these words on a pen in a pad of yellow sticky paper
I found on your floor
While everyone lay still around me
I don't think you like me
You don't know the half of it
And I can't get over that look that you gave me
Like asking me why I'm here with your eyes
And I can't get over that look that you gave me
Like I'm the only one who understands your long awkward sighs
Angry, aggressive, misunderstood sighs