Lyrics: Sammy Millz
Music: Sammy Millz
Hey, I'm kind of glad that you didn't pick up
I kind of just called to hear your voice so
Your voice recording was enough
But anyway, I miss you
I've been thinking about you and
I don't want this to end, not again
Even if things never go back to what we were
What we, what I became so used to
I'll always love you...
Look I'm tired of fighting and taking you back
Just because you think I overreacted
Did whatever you did with your black heart
That left me in pieces while you filled the cracks
Nah, this shit way to broke to glue it
Your soul was shut but you still put me through it
Can't believe I was so blind to pursue it
While you performed love like you planned to redo it
I'm tired of watching your show
Like I don't know, what happens next episode
I've seen the seasons go from barely breathing
To streaming your shit like I'm weaving through pro
Netflix accounts that we watched on the low
Slept on my couch while your phone tried to load
You up with reasons why you shouldn't go
But you did what you did and I know what I know
And I can feel the changes
Happen all the time
They happen all the time
Baby girl I'm often gone
Off chartreused Grey Goose when the vodka strong
I'm footloosed Babe Ruth swinging Donkey Kongs of barrels
At my lovers waiting like army moms
For me to come back with my heart on the floor
Begging you for your forgiveness and the end of the war
I won't budge, specially in my Christian Dior
Slippers, I bought off Ebay right before I took 'em on tour
But that's irrelevant, 'cause even when I flex
I'm less special than the reason I became your ex
Like who's next, on the list of names you text
To wind up falling down from heaven through your blackhole chest
I'm too pressed, so let me catch my breath
Before my fingers spilling liquor like a bad reflex
And I forget to write the verse about the day you left
I'm gone
And I can feel the changes
Happen all the time
They happen all the time