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Tristan Flournoy
Tristan Flournoy
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Davin Kingston
Davin Kingston
Producer

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Pretty girls' party top sequins on the floor Will you walk me home? Or at least to the door? It's the least you could do for somebody Who's dedicated her life to trying to impress you It's late and it's cold and you don't give a shit Someone's waiting on the phone And she asks who you're talking with And I watch you lie while I grab my coat And you tell her she's crazy almost like I'm a joke I guess I'd prefer to be a tough subject Than not to be a subject at all Hope you fight about me till you realize I was the one all along I hope I'm an argument you keep avoiding I think that would mean I was kinda important So I'd prefer to be a tough subject Than not to be a subject at all Block out the whole night for the sake of my health Hate that I sound so desperate I'm embarrassed of myself And you probably think I wore that outfit for you Somehow I looked out of place when every girl wore it too When she walked in she lit up the room You were talking to me and then I was see-through Was about to say I'm free tomorrow afternoon But it looks like she might be coming home with you I guess I'd prefer to be a tough subject Than not to be a subject at all Hope u fight about me till u realize I was the one along I hope I'm an argument you keep avoiding I think that would mean I was kinda important So I'd prefer to be a tough subject Than not to be a subject at all When she asks about your day Do you leave out the parts that involve me? Hate that I hope that you do Cuz it means you have to think of me as more than a body Can you see in my eyes what I'm saying Between all of the words that come out All your friends ask me if we're together yet I'll just keep playing dumb on your couch I'd prefer to be a tough subject Than not to be a subject at all
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