Invite

Won’t you say something anything
To make me feel alright
I won’t put up a fight
My mum says I’ll realize by the time I’m older
“You’ll get bolder
But still rest on my shoulder”

If I rest on you I’m sure
You’ll start pulling me closer
Didn’t ask for a close up
Never needed ur closure
Trynna keep my composure like I
I feel dumb this could’ve been so fun
We could’ve been so fun*2

Won’t you say something anything
To make me feel alright
I won’t put up a fight
My mum says I’ll realize by the time I’m older
“You’ll get bolder
But still rest on my shoulder”

[Babebee]

Can we do it again?
But I can’t play pretend
Like this isn’t thе end, no
I can't let it begin

I hidе and seek
All the thoughts seeping in
I act like I’m fine but you’re sinking into my skin
And i can’t heal from these wounds
While you keep asking me can we do it again?

It’s just, too hard, to brush it off and mumble lies
I’ll say, I’m fine, and if they worry I’ll put on a smile
I know, deep down, this isn’t helping me at all
But I can’t, decline, another invite