One week with you and it feels like the best.
Understanding love can be such a mess,
but I laid on your chest,
And confessed.
After 3 years, you still couldn’t handle the test.
Wondering what’s next,
Every night you tried to come in and land kisses on my neck.
Each peck was a stress,
Each touch was a debt,
Tryna get back in good,
Each word you spoke was a success.
But now I’m a mess,
Cause you failed the test.
Now there’s another woman laying on your chest.
Now there’s another woman taking your pecks.
You said on and off for ten years, but these last three was your best.
Now you calling me stressed,
Because she’s causing you debt.
But you’re not my problem anymore.
Boy, you’re just an EX!

-T.Hutchinson