Three years down the drain
Forgotten faster than the summer rain
I wanted to stay
But you were asking for so much
You thought I didn't give enough
And the truth
Is I wasn't fucking ready for you
And knew
I would've done anything for you
Two years working on myself
For you to tell me, I don't even try
I wanted to make it work
I gave you Saturn five right before Christmas
You texted me you wanted to break up
And the truth
Is I wasn't fucking ready for this
But it's cool
Maybe I'll just somehow come out of it
