{The Awful Truth}

I’m holding your gaze
Searching for—for what?
I can’t play pretend
Love is meant
for boys like you
Not girls like me

But the awful truth is
I’ve never needed you more than now
Just maybe you’ll come back to me
I’ll sweet-talk my way back inside your heart

So I called it quits and you gave up
Hearts break like glass
Remnants from a hurricane
I’m burning with the fire
Of a thousand jealousies
Bitterness makes my heart cave in

Keep moving on
Until I feel left behind
Just maybe that’s what I need

She’s for you, I’m old news
I’m the drop back shadow best friend
Liar, liar
That’s me, alright