You're already getting tired again I'm sick of waiting on you To realize you want someone new And telling me that I'm what you want Only for you to go back to her a week later Just get over me or get over her Either way stop ******* around
You keep saying I'm yours and your mine But almost of your poems don't sound like they're about me They seem to be reaching into your past And talking about *** but no love NO future to speak of And I'm tired of it.