They don’t know what they want yet they bother you.
They can’t stand what they need and still follow you.
They tell you all the things they want but never come through.
I’m sick of all of them, but I just can’t get over you
because you got that thing I like and it’s begging me
and every time you decide to then I feel like I’m free
because that means you can’t have it too and you’re on your knees
and any other kind of position ain’t fun for me
so I’ma tell you this from my soul to your mind
I hope you get yourself together because you’re wasting time.
I don’t wanna be with you, never did
but thank you for the attention, I was feeling it.
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 