you asked me not to hate you
and i don't
i hate the way you make me feel
you make me feel embarrassed
i don't tell my friends about you anymore
because who wants to say they're a night-time girlfriend
that their boyfriend hits them up about once week when the suns down
that they're the midnight, no one's around, backseat make-out
you make me feel like an idiot
because i still want to be with you
because even while writting this i know that if you hit me up tonight i would go with you