painful

every word that you say to me so hateful
nosebleeds fell asleep on the table
know i’m sticking right now off the maple
you don’t gotta talk, i can look i know it’s painful

we don’t gotta talk i know it’s wrong
know you spent forever tryna find where you belong
i know you can get through it
i know that you strong
i’ll stay waiting for you like a dog

put my bags at the front desk
“under my car” use me as a headrest
dior tags
prada suit and a blood test
i spent forever tryna impress you

always something to prove
bloody cuts & a bruise
you ain’t got nothing to say you ain’t got nothing to do
tell me what i gotta do
i was playing it cool
it’s up to me now i gotta choose