I’m stumped on this one
I know it can’t be me because i always seems to be the one
Who guys’ve got stuck on, loose self control & become obsessed with a perfect pair of **** to bust on
Things were much easier when weeks at a time melted together
Feelings didn’t get brought up and smiles depended on weather
Everyday was new, the places the crew, or the color of the pill
Nothing mattered..
we coasted and vanished everyday, until
Someone caught feelings
And ****** up the vibe
Made no mans land complicated and brought warmth into a cold place to hide
It was always fun at first, till front row seats on the real you tour
When fun becomes numb and avoiding lows is what she lives for
Sticking around lost it’s appeal to a guy with bright eyes
Who’d wanna deal with a lost girl in never land thriving on uppers and lies
**** was always easier when everyone gave up on you
Darkness felt closer every time the devil flashed red flames in front of you
I get frustrated that I’m always the one to bring anything close to an end
Everything was easier when it was me burying me.
Not me burying them