Lent you outsidaz and my new Badu while I was thinking you didn't have a clue... Tough to sort files with your voice in my head. So then I bribed you downstairs with a Malboro red, so now I feel so small discovering you knew... How much more torture would you have put me through? you probably saw me laughing at all your jokes or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes
And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years it just serves to blugdeon my futile tears...
And I'm not use to this, I observe, I don't chase. But now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face
And the melodramas of my day delivery blows, that surpass your rejection it just goes to show a simple attraction that reflects right back to me so I'm not as into you as I appear to be
His message was brutal but the delivery was kind
Maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind. It serves to condition me and smoothen mi kinks despite my frustration for the way that he thinks and I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect
At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect didn't think you get my number down and such but I never hated myself for my age so much
And although my pride's not easily disturbed, you sent me flying when you kicked me to the curb
With you battered jeans and your beastie tee, now I can't work like this with you next to me
