For My Valentine

[Intro - Uxbie]
1, 2, 3, 4

[Chorus - Uxbie]
Hear you ring on my phone
But I'm laying in my death bed
Wake up to missed calls
Looking to you is a regret
Stand up take a look into the mirror
See your face
Hard {enough}, something must of up came
When you last here
Print down all the letters that you send
Keep a bank of all the sweaters
And the money that you spend
Open up all the DMs
That you said I should be dead
Yeah you're so obsessive
And I'm stuck in your head

[Verse 1 - Osoarin]
I wrote a letter for you
But it seems I lost it
Lost it, stuck up in my head
Please quit talking
Paranoid whеn you come around
I'm like "Whos knocking?"
I got some friеnds
Who only want me cause I'm popping
And you don't know what it means
To be fucking it up
Instead of pulling away
You like to push and shove
So Imma do you the worst
You get put in a {shirt?}
And yeah I miss the days
When we were drunk and in love

[Pre-Chorus - Osoarin]
You want me sad
Thats too bad I'm not
Yeah you love me on my death bed
Hoping I would rot
Speak until my chest hurt
Still I'm on his side
You're a healthy obsession
And you think I'm gonna stop
And you told me your lesson
So maybe I should not
Got some people hating on me
Yeah they want me to jot that head

[Chorus - Uxbie]
Hear you ring on my phone
But I'm laying in my death bed
Wake up to missed calls
Looking to you is a regret
Stand up take a look into the mirror
See your face
Hard {enough}, something must of up came
When you last here
Print down all the letters that you send
Keep a bank of all the sweaters
And the money that you spend
Open up all the DMs
That you said I should be dead
Yeah you're so obsessive
And I'm stuck in your head

[Verse 2 - Uxbie]
Does it mean anything to you
Do you still think am a fool
And so damn what why do you treat me so cruel
Even after all the things I do for you
Every stop at eyes
Can't with stand your eyes its a curse
This is why I ask
Or you give me another chance

[Chorus - Uxbie]
Hear you ring on my phone
But I'm laying in my death bed
Wake up to missed calls
Looking to you is a regret
Stand up take a look into the mirror
See your face
Hard {enough}, something must of up came
When you last here
Print down all the letters that you send
Keep a bank of all the sweaters
And the money that you spend
Open up all the DMs
That you said I should be dead
Yeah you're so obsessive
And I'm stuck in your head