“Hey, it’s me again.” , you say.
And you bring me a bouquet.
But I don’t wanna talk to you today.
‘Cause I don’t got nothing to say.
But you don’t care, do you?
You were always telling me to stay away.
From your path, you forced me to stray.
I had to smile and pretend I was okay.
But you come back around when you wanna play.
You think it’s a game, don’t you?
You haven’t replied to my text since last May.
And now you tell me you’re here to stay.
But lemme tell you something, it’s not okay.
To abruptly start acting like I’m your bae.
You already know that, don’t you?
You wanna talk you say.
And I’m like “Okay sure. You may.”
But make it quick and be on your way.
‘Cause life’s got no buttons for replay.
You must be wishing that it did, aren’t you?
But here’s the fact that you can’t gainsay.
Our love’s dead and starting to decay.
And you know I like nothing less than a gourmet.
So you better leave without further delay.
You would’ve done the same to me, wouldn’t you?
I don’t wanna dance no more ballet.
For you in the back alley.
Is it sad? Well, hell yeah.
But what can I say?
Darling, it’s doomsday.
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