I'll tell you what you want to know I'm sycophantic romantic
I keep your number in my phone
But named you "do not answer it"

I'm old enough that I should be someone now
That made a point of making it out this town
And arguably I'm better than previously
But starting to hate people that act like me

I'm holding back the urge to focus
Why I prefer my silhouette?
Cos detail paint a prefect picture
One thousand words all say **** whit

And much like your shoulder we're colder now
Haven't spoke to you in months and it makes me proud
Arguably I'm better than previously
But still a narcissist with out any self esteem

I don't think I
Understand
What makes a
Person Decent

You keep your heart
On your sleeve
Darling you're
Barely twenty