You're a piece of *
Which is what I tell myself,
but it doesn't get better
I hope that you scroll through my TikTok feed one day
Some of these are like a wide open letter
To you and this girl that I once knew
I'm still dealing with the what *'s come to
Used to be a reach out, what's good come through
That'd be a reach now, you'd say * you
Listen, I'm a piece of *
Which is what you tell yourself if you thought of me at all
But you don't
Well I could barely keep myself from calling
Your phone's like nothing for everybody to drop me and go
But I can never drop me unless I drop dead tear drops
Cause I'm all on my own when the song
drops You brought a pass to the pawn shop
I still got a stash in a lockbox, but man
