IRC-Galleria

I forgot about you last night,
for the first time in a long time, I did.

I was caught up in these drinks.
They keep on making an amazing conversation with this guy.
Who says he's 21.
Who keeps making me laugh and even asks if he can pay.

He could be good for me,
This what you text me.
Tell me that you miss me.
I forget about him,
and in fact he's right here with me.
And he's staring at my face.
Something had to change.
Thought that all these feelings went away.

I hate getting messages from you.
It's like you know the perfect shit to say,
fucks up my whole day.
Thought that all these feelings went away.

I hate the shit you do.
I hate the shit you do.
I hate the shit you do.
I hate the shit you do.
I hate the shit you do.
I hate the shit you do.
But I still text you back.