Now we have a lot of love to give I dream of a past that we could have Felt like we made up so entirely Blame it on your curiosity And out into the sun, into the sun But it's not released through all the misery But it's not released all the misery Broken

I'm sorry that your dad's dead I hope you amend it I think I've lost a lot of my friends Through belief that I'm an instrument And fuck me if you must then Treat me like an old friend I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed If

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye No it's not up for debate Like a dinner a lot on my plate I'm trapped in my mind on a date Can you feel it, aye? I been lost for days, stuck in my brain Like reptilian, cold heart that I'm carrying Fell off with every man, tryna

Therapy, therapy session Yeah, I gotta say like a month ago I was talking to fans And one of them pulled me aside and said "We never met but I swear that you know who I am I been through a lot I don't know how to express it to people Don't think that I

Forget what your father says I'm throwing stones at your windowpane 'Cause a boy like me and a girl like you Got no degrees and a lot to prove Says that you're wrong for me You're confused about me All the rumours getting through Is it a bad time to tell

But it still kills me like it did before I've seen the end of the day come too soon It's nothing that I haven't seen before No it's nothing that I haven't seen before Not a lot to say, not a lot to do You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself Rest

I won't fall in Love with falling I will try to avoid I don't fall slow like I used to I fall straight down You've stolen my air catcher That kept me safe and sound

IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress Fuck that shit, you know I need the sex A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you? He your ex, I'm your ex too Shawty I never could talk shit you know I

But it's alright, it's alright They only hear of the things that you know of And you're wishing one day you will soar So let's have a talk Like grownups do Let's do the things that grown folks do There's a lot of silly young girls wanna show off And

We get colder As we grow older We will walk So much slower Together we go Oh, miss believer, my pretty sleeper Your twisted mind is like snow on the road Your shaking shoulders prove that it's colder Inside your head than the winter of dead