The one I say I love
Don't love me
It's getting real hard
To show my feelings
It's getting real hard
To show my face in public
It's getting real hard to
It's getting real hard
To stay afloat
Cause I want it that way
Good sex
Screaming loudly on a Sunday
No,
But you don't want me
That way
Cause you don't see me
That way
No more
I only said it once
I cant be sorry
I don't regret it
I only want a checkup on the weekends
Oh, you're hanging with your best friend?
I'm way too sorry
That I'm always acting right
And you can't see through the light
Cause he hits you up at night
Noooo, Don't let it in so woah
Don't let it in so woah
You only let him go
You only let me know
That I'm never going
That I'm overqualified
You got matching panties on
But no one to take them off
I could be the one
I could take you out
You have high waisted jeans
And no one to tear them off
No one but Tarot cards
They say you'll fall in love this month
Out there reading horoscopes
Posting your stories
I don't need to hear that
I don't want to know things
I don't want see that shit on my feed
I just want you here laying next to me
You say your sorry
But I'm already departed
I might as well
I might as well
You don't even know about the seasons
When I get mad
When I get sad for no reason
You'd call that treason
And I
I'm sure I qualify
To take your hand in mine
To be your man for the night
Cause black leather shoes
No seat first class
On my flight
Take me back to the city
Cause the 6 gets too cold at night
And I can't wait to recognize
That I qualify
I'm qualified