Truett
Bang (I Know A Girl.. Well Not Really.. Her Names Philophobia)
There's a story
And it doesn't have to do with you
So shut up

I know this girl
She always says it's the same every day
She tryna change the way she feel but it always just ends in failure
Reminiscing of days before she didn't care
Before she'd gotten hurt and decided it wasn't worth it
Now she text you when she want but she only wanted to nail
You borrow your daddy's car and drop her off before her parents noticed that she was gone
All these pеople she blows off and on
But deep down still wishing the first onе had stayed
That hurt her so damn much
All the thoughts rearranged
And now the sex just a crutch to run away from the pain
I know when she was in love
And he never felt the same
So when she out in the club she looking ready to bang
Fuck that I'm probably wrong