Repeating arguments like a broken record, venting to somebody else but you feel me better or maybe I just fell in love and my excuses got better cause when they ask me if I’m happy, I never got an answer

Happy with the thought of you, happy when I felt like I was really getting all of you, now I’m only happy when I’m high or getting lost in you, and lately when we argue I don’t even know what else to do

So tell me before I move on, before I start ignoring text and your phone calls, cause it ain’t nothing after this, I gave you my all, downfall, everything that’s good don’t ever last long

Last one, I told you that you’ll be my last one and if I ain’t you, then I really got no one, but you acting like this, I know I can’t hold on, I’m living a cycle, just roll one and smoke one

Then hit up your phone, and ask you if your still done...


~Kayy🥺❤️