The Boys

You aren’t calling me back
Cuz ur with the boys
Treating all these women
Like little toys

I bet your throwing ones
At some chick in lingerie
All you do is tell me ur done
And you never know what to say

I thought you were sweet
I thought you were kind
I loved the way the light
Always reflected in your eyes

I made us dinner tonight
But you’re eating with the boys
Had a glass of wine or five
Coming up with a ploy

I bet your stuffing fives
In some girl’s bra
You made mе feel alive
Now my heart’s scraped raw

I thought you wеre sweet
I thought you were kind
I always loved your hand
When it was holding mine