A Song About Being Sad

Always felt like I needed to please her

Or impress her

Though only in the hope that one day

I would undress her

Don't be offended

You think I'm 'bout to tell you

That "I love you"

But I really, really, really fucking don't

See the months of obsession

And crying for hours

I even started sitting down

In the shower, girl

I'll take my time on my own

And I'll be fine now I'm alone

Constantly told stories

With a stretch of the truth

Trying hard to make memories

To remember from youth

Desperately wanting you

To be interested too

It's not clear what I need yet

But it's clear it's not you

Here's what I'd say to any young man

That's still interested in you

Do you prioritize

The things in your life

The things that you hope to do?

'Cause if not then

Mate, you'd better trust me

When I tell you that

It's not worth forgetting about yourself

Because of one fucking girl

She may seem perfect

And gorgeous, and lovely

You'll think she likes you

I mean I thought she loved me, no

But no

Neither of us

Will get down from the shelf

The only one she loves is herself