selfish hate

I hear you're someone's something Now you're just something I run from I took the subway to Tasker Morris This was your stop, almost forgot And now I walk slow I'm scared of muscle memory What's gonna happen when I see All of those notes you left for me? Sincerely, little mustard seed And now I walk home And I, I swear to see right through me (yeah!) (Do the next one, when I, when I, when I, c'mon, man) When I, pretend it's nothing to me Is it selfish to only want somebody when you're helpless? Or only when you're thinking with your pelvis? Can anybody tell me what the hell this means? Is it selfish to only want somebody when you're helpless? Or only when you're thinking with your pelvis? Can anybody tell me what the hell this means? (Means) Alright, before I know I'm far from perfect But it still always hurts me When you treat me like you're burning Communicate through middle men So we talk slow And I, I swear you see right through me (yeah!) (Do the next one, when I, when I, when I, c'mon, man) When I pretend it's nothing to me Is it selfish to only want somebody when you're helpless? Or only when you're thinking with your pelvis? Can anybody tell me what the hell this means? It's selfish to only want somebody when you're helpless Or only when you're thinking with your pelvis Can anybody tell me what the hell this means? Pretty sure I lost my wallet I really wish that I could call it Really wish that I could call it, quits with you I sent a drunk text sober Knowing you wouldn't come over Knowing that it's not October, anymore You're so sweet and I'm so bitter Eating dinner with your pictures again It's never fair, it's always true, I hate that I'm in love With you again I'm celebrating in the worst way, listening to Mitski on my birthday Telling all my friends, "I'm fine, just stay away" Hoping that you'll ask me if I'm okay Hoping that you'll ask me if I'm okay (Hoping that you'll ask me if I'm okay) (Okay, hoping that you'll ask me if I'm okay) You're so sweet and I'm so bitter Eating dinner with your pictures again It's never fair, it's always true, I hate that I'm in love