Who's on the phone,
When we need to talk so bad,
Probably you fretting,
Over what you thought we had.
Babe; we still have it,
Don't let our story end,
A little misunderstanding,
I bet I drive you round the bend.
All of my insecurities,
Seem to fuck you up so bad,
And just to know it's all my fault,
Makes me very sad.
My food is ready,
And I'm thinking about you,
I hate my food but I love you,
What the hell should I do?
I know what I've done wrong,
But I don't know how to fix it,
Why's it so hard for me to do something right,
I'm such a fucking shit. |
