She asked me "what's keeping you awake tonight?"
I said, "wondering how to get you to remove
The word platonic from your vocabulary"
I know it's embedded deep
I can do anything that I want to
Except solve the jigsaw that is you
And I swear beneath these wounds
Is a good heart with good intentions
I'm the master of that pig charm
That make you sick charm
Know me, I'm shot
Poetry, the plot
Feelings broken
Heartless, hopeless
You know I wasn't always this way
Once I was pure, and relatively okay
Unrequited love has turned me into
A passive aggressive little f*ck
I am insecure and unprepared
So why do I expect you to care?
I swear, I'll make you laugh; I'll make you smile
But I won't make your heart beat
I will dig inside your eyes
Until you see me
Know me, I'll rot
Hold me, or not
F*ck me, I'm gross
Know me, know me
I am fully aware that love isn't fair
I'm no big deal, I'm a pig squeal