I’m still up, shit
Quarter after 2 and
I’m still up? Shit…
Tried to ignore my phone
But it’s not working
She been eyeing me down all night
I thought I’d indulge her
Maybe show her a good time too
Writing words up down all over her but
These words I’m writing are mostly for you

Well whoever “you” is
You see I’ve taken so much damage now
I just absorb turn pain to ink and use it
All my past relationships failed yes but I argue I learned more of me from her and my music definitely more than schools most the tools they handed me I’m not even using
Wait go back I said
The schools never gave a hand instead
Of their tools I’m using
Make up funny stories to then translate in my music
They probably thought I was dead for a while but not anymore zombie walking the floor if you want me gone you’ll need a shooter

What about her?
She showed me a mirror said “what do you see?”
I starteds to laugh at this reflection of me
She continued to hold it until I would answer
I did
She then held up her phone with snap open said “now what do you see? To me a kid” I cut her off knowing I’m avoiding the answer
“Nah baby just for you I’m freak now cmon let’s get to bed and take your pants off let’s ruffle them sheets”
Baby girl was not impressed
“This was a simple game of checkers
You playing chess
As matter of fact Im calling my Uber cause fuck this, my whole point is you acting different on snap so what makes you think you can tap shit”

In all honestly I’ve never played checkers

That sentence alone the reason she left
Even writing it now I can see where all my ignorance crept
20 minutes later not one call or text
Just another broken verse on how I fucked with her head

I mixed all my exes together to make up a story
I hope they don’t hear this and think all I saw was a story
I would give them the world despite what I did and for that I am sorry
I can never move on just stuck in my songs waiting for HER to come and sing me a story