Stop playing footsies under the table

Unless you mean it this time

You’ve been away for the weekend, a wedding

And I don’t know whose on your mind

But you only come out at night

What do I tell my friends

When you’re in my bed

And I lipstick stain your neck

What does it even mean

When you leave in the morning

And treat me like I don’t exist

I want you to be mine

But you’ll never be mine

I want you to be mine

But you’ll never be mine

Hate that you’re cold as a wall

Made of concrete

And I hate that you think we’re okay

Take my brain out

Stamp all over it

You weren’t ignoring me

When I was giving you head

What do I tell my friends

When you’re in my bed

And I lipstick stain your neck

What does it even mean

When you leave in the morning

And treat me like I don’t exist

I want you to be mine

But you’ll never be mine

I want you to be mine

But you’ll never be mine

I want you to be mine

But you’ll never be mine

I want you to be mine

But you’ll never be mine

(I want you to, I want you to

I, want you to I want you to I, want you to I want you to I, want you to I want you to I)

Curiously wanting you

But you’re like glass

And you cut straight through

Curiously wanting you

But you’re like glass

And you cut straight through