I made enough piano songs
I made enough piano songs
I made enough piano songs
And they're all trash
And if I ever did you wrong
If I ever did you wrong
Even if I wasn't the one who did you wrong
I guess all men are trash
I wish you had some empathy
Won't you listen to me
Time's passed but you're still under my skin
Stress weighs on my mind
You think you know it all
You're still getting under my skin
We didn't talk for a month, yeah I was so strong
But I caved in, I hadn't heard your voice in so long
Voice in so long, heard your voice in so long
Voice in so long, haven't heard you- Shh!
Only two calls in, and I'm already pissed
Starting to wonder what is your prerogative
Someone else put a salty taste in your mouth
You ain't gotta take it out on me
I wish you had some empathy
Won't you listen to me
Time's passed but you're still under my skin
Stress weighs on my mind
You think you know it all
You're still getting under my skin