Lyrics: James Dear
Music: James Dear
Today, I realized all my music really is just noise
I like to talk to myself, but when in your voice
I wrote this poem 'bout you, listen, you don't have no choice
And I'll keep waiting 'less you start talking to other boys
I wrote this poem 'bout you, listen, you don't have no choice
And I'll keep waiting 'less you start talking to other boys
****ing hate my brain, wanna blow it out
I can't talk 'bout that with you, you might hear me out
Say you feel the same as me, but you just want clout
I'm really the only one who doesn't run their mouth
Keep her picture, you might miss her