You f*cked up. What's reality?
What the f*ck is intimacy?
When you were the one holding me
Was it out if pure sincerity?
I'm afraid of my thoughts
Because they give me the creeps
I try to keep my cool
But it's not as it seems
I met you at this beach
And I know it sounds cheap
But you never returned the love that you borrowed
No no no no no
Uhm
I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that
Like I'll probably never get closure
And that's not ideal
But that's fine
I guess