There's a sorrow in your voice
As you struggle to say it again:
there are no girls like you
I patiently explain to you
That you are simply
Not open to receive them

Still don't want to be your girlfriend
Not now, in the future or ever again
I'm sorry for the time you wasted
But you keep coming to me
And I'm not the kind of girl
To leave you alone
When you are breaking down

Just wish you'd stop asking me to be yours
I won't give in to you
There is no point in fooling around
And let's be fair
This was officially the worst ***
Either of us have ever had
It was so bad, it needs a title
The Horrible *** of 2016

But as I'm being fair
I do not enjoy it as much
As I would've otherwise
Because it's not you
I want to sleep with

There's a scent in the air
It's not really here
It's in my head
And as I laugh at your jokes
I see the source of the scent
Casually passing me by
In the distance

I did nothing
The scent would never reach me
And I have peace with that.
Peace with my own problems
And a heart that strongly believes
That if you always run in
To the same problem,
Then the problem is you.

So then I can assume
That I am not your problem,
You are your problem.
And the scent guy is not my problem,
I am my problem.