6 a.m

It's hitting 6 a.m

I can feel my phone buzzin'

It's my fault for making friends

With a guy like H.I.M

It's hitting 6 a.m

I can feel my phone buzzin'

It's my fault for making friends

With a guy like him

Oh he's just so uninterested,

His thoughts coming straight from his dick

He acts so-so complicated

But he's easier than you'd think

He's so uninteresting

I can feel my mind driftin'

His voice is just so grating

Don't know why I bother conversating

It's hitting 6 a.m

I can feel my phone buzzin'

It's my fault for making friends

With a guy like H.I.M

It's nearly 7 a.m

And do you wanna know what this boy said?

Wait let me read it

"Baby let me come over

I want to hit it on the sofa

I think that we've grown closer

I've gotten to know ya, So let me come over"

Wait theres more

"Lemme hear you in the late night

Let me take you on a joy-ride

Answer my texts

You're just like my ex! Baby let me make it right!"

It's hitting 6 a.m

The next day

And I'm bored of his voice, and I'm done with his games

It's overplayed, in fact he's over-laid

It's not an act I'm joining

Yet he wants my attention

Its kinda purplexing

I haven't shown an interest

Yet he's obsessed, With something he won't get

It's hitting 6 a.m

6 a.m

Look at your reflection

Before you start textin'

At 6 a.m

Get a life, I'm telling your wife

That you're in my DMs

At 6 a.m