Don't you remember what you said to me
Back in December I was on my knees
I will dismember all these memories
You will appreciate the melody
Call me blunt, I call you cute
But the only time it's like that there's no baccy in my zoot
I can't compute
Feel like I'm falling but you broke my parachute
It's en route
Yeah, sky diving
You know I'm not thriving
Is this the real deal like Dickinson?
Tryna elicit some form of remorse but of course, you sit on your high horse