We don't want a "Good morning" text,
Well,
We do,
But not if it's just followed with,
"What are you up to?"
It's painstakingly boring,
The conversations are all the same,
Mundane, lame,
If you saw me in person,
Would you even remember a name?
We want butterflies,
We want sparks,
But, no,
We're not meeting up with you in dark, derelict,
Carparks,
Like white sharks,
You're predators hunting just for a taste,
Then leaving us with open wounds,
Sinking to the bottom, lifeless,
Like waste.
You didn't even have to try,
Yet you took a part of us,
And
We're no longer the same,
"You invited me!"
"But I was drunk!"
Here comes the blame game,
We only wanted to talk when you came.
We don't want a "good morning text"
Well,
We do,
As long as it's just followed with,
"What are you up to?"
And sent from a man,
Who's nothing like you.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 5:56 PM UTC
We don't want a "Good morning" text,
Well,
We do,
But not if it's just followed with,
"What are you up to?"
It's painstakingly boring,
The conversations are all the same,
Mundane, lame,
If you saw me in person,
Would you even remember a name?
We want butterflies,
We want sparks,
But, no,
We're not meeting up with you in dark, derelict,
Carparks,
Like white sharks,
You're predators hunting just for a taste,
Then leaving us with open wounds,
Sinking to the bottom, lifeless,
Like waste.
You didn't even have to try,
Yet you took a part of us,
And
We're no longer the same,
"You invited me!"
"But I was drunk!"
Here comes the blame game,
We only wanted to talk when you came.
We don't want a "good morning text"
Well,
We do,
As long as it's just followed with,
"What are you up to?"
And sent from a man,
Who's nothing like you.
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