End of summer
I was so much older
I promised you my love
I'd be right over
All our stories
I've been going over
And all of that
Made me fight much harder
You're so cold, so detached and avoidant
I look damn good, don't know what's your problem
Drop that bullshit and dial my number
Send me selfies with that Gen Z angle
My love, I found you
I have won, I lost you
November, I'm still here
Feel like time don't do shit here
My love, just reach out
Like snap me or whatever
Call me by your name or mine
It really doesn't matter
Be mine
Be mine
Be mine
Be mine
My love
Be mine
Be mine