Hey
How are things?
That reminds me
I still got your things
The other day
I know you said
That it was hard to hear from me
Well Merry Christmas
What you doing New Years?
I looked at my phone, pitch black
Lit up the room and I saw that
Little message from you
Who the * you think you are?
We enter in a space that you said you couldn't handle
All our conversations I end up abandoning myself and
I told you I was fragile Hey,
things are good
It's been quiet getting over you And by the way
I would prefer if you called me on the phone You said you're
I'll call you in the morning
And now it's been days and I feel like a damn fool
Must feel shitty to treat me that way
When you know I've been good to you
A man of your words
But you claim to be a man of your words
Your silence the loudest I heard
The loudest I heard
Hey,
keep my things
I don't need them
It's not worth it
And this right here
It's not a love,
it's fear
So I'm gone
Don't call me
no more