I'd scream your name into the sky, you'd barely whisper mine on a clouded night and lately I've been trying to justify how you leave me till last every time yeah I'd swear your probably busy, sure you wouldn't mean to treat me unkind, but I realise I'm just a footnote in your life. You're probably working on a novel, some piece of art that demands all your time and I'm just a creek down the hallway, yeah I know god I know you wouldn't mean to be unkind, yeah I'd swear you're probably busy, you were just on American time and little old me I'm just the coffee on the side.

I'll shake it off I'll call your name, do anything to make you see, why can't you see the best? why can't you see the best of me I'll write a song make it go viral, use it to mask my spirals when all I really want is to feel seen, oh god you bring the bitter out of me. But I am not a footnote Im a fucking forest fire, I am not a footnote I'm a fucking state of mind, I was just a comet barely passing through your sky and you could never look me in the eye, oh I thought I was your footnote but you were mine.