I DONT KNOW HOW TO BE ALONE

SO PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE

IM SCARED OF SOLIDARITY

BECAUSE IN THIS DARKNESS

I MAY END ME

I DONT WANT TO END ME

I DONT WANT TO BE ALONE

PLEASE PICK UP THE PHONE

my phone used to constantly ring

distract me from everything

the memories of me and you

the beauty the shit everything you put me through

why did i let you?

the boys loved it

fooling with the brokenhearted

they knew what i was trying to do

wash you out with boys that were nothing like you

why did i let them?

now i look in the mirror

boys are nowhere near

and i can’t help but wonder

why did i let you take over? why did i let them?

why did i let me?