It's right up in your face Like blood on your **** floor But you are dumb to chase Me who is a chore
Are you that desperate I love my instrument And my little masked men More than anything else My hype fixations Take me away from you
Open up your eyes I'm bright red flag Scratch out all my lies I make your mind lag When I tell you that I love you baby It's a total gag I just might maybe Love all my special interests and talents And love Nu metal A bit way too much I have no balance Left for a true love like you
I said to my face that I prioritize band over him. It's true that band is my passion and I yap too much about it. If he feels that way then why hasn't he left knowing that I'm a busy nerodivergent band kid with hyperfixations. He knows band is a demanding program that takes up 90% of my daily life.