Run away now, you know this is bad

I culled a forest with a tree in my hand

Then let a noose dangle over a branch

This is worse, way worse than I planned

I picked up the phone, are you not on the other side?

I put it back down and hope that I sleep through the night

This is terrible, feeling like I am not your type

My stomach drops, I'm getting scared, but I tell you I'm fine

I'm insecure, I don't know how to tell you easily

'Cause if I did I have a feeling you'd be mad at me

This is worse, way worse than I planned

All this attention, you must have loved it

Is this not everything you've ever wanted?

I can't pretend that I never saw it

Maybe I'll hide again, praying for something to happen

All this attention you gather

I'm just not like you at all

I hate looking down at my phone

I couldn't feel less alone