Don’t Check Your Phone

Don’t check your phone

You didn’t get a text

Leave it alone

You’ll just be upset

Whatcha gonna do

When there’s no news

No sex no text

Only boyish regrets

i’m so stuck

in my own head

always here always here

i’m so stuck

in my own bed

always here always here

don’t check your phone

you didn’t get a text

you’ll just get anxious

about what you said

start spinning out

in the silence

forever selling

no one’s buying

I’ll take a little walk

To get away from it all

Fuck I forgot my keys again

Who can I call?

Not a soul,

I left the phone inside

I guess I can walk to Kennedy Street

Do I turn to the right?

I’m turned around

A bit lost out here

For anyone else it’s not so tough

I might alone longer than I planned all this stressing out

I might be alone longer than I planned

I could be so content with simple demands

So I’ll waste both our time and push nerves

hope when it plays out it doesn’t hurt

It’s complicated I think

And I’m not so smooth

I spilled my heart out

And maybe my guts too

So I sent this

Now I can’t see how it came out

Whether you saw me

Whether I can come down