My head on your shoulder, riddle me this:
Will you miss me when I leave?
Please miss me
Oh, here’s a thought:
Let’s do something crazy
Will run away with me?
Yeah, you heard me right the first time, baby.

Summer’s Gone

You’ll easily get used to being not by his side
Even when he was near he made you wonder where he was at
You have made it out of his playground, carefully set up that summertime
Give yourself a break and not allow him to break you in two again this time around

Good At Not Caring

Finally, I am in the point of my life where
I have a lower tolerance for projections of insecurities and overthinking
I am done with loyalty being measured by the speed of text responses
And I have no room for you telling me to avoid certain people
Because me befriending them makes you uncomfortable

Good Game

Unless we are another kind of a game,
The one you call special
The one where you think you are good at but lose every single time
Are we the kind where “Good game!” is where it boils down?
You only choose the game you can win
But no, not this time