Yeah, I bet you’re with your new dude. I’m sure you never think of me now. I bet you feel like you can breathe now. Like I used to keep you tied up & beat down. Uh, but it wasn’t really like that. Though I’m sure you’re safe pretending like it all was. I could to tell you that it really wasn’t all hate; you could tell me that it really wasn’t all love. Look, I know I’ve acted like an asshole & I’m pretty sure at some point we all do. But I know you see my text message pop up on your iPhone, you could have at least answered when I called you. You didn’t have to say that we still had a chance left. Or keep me waiting up, hanging on my last breath. That’s just cold, girl, I’d never put you through that. We had a history; at least I thought you knew that. I drink to forget you. Or build enough courage until I text you, or build enough nerve until I regret you; in my head I say “I wish I never met you.” Then you say “Well, I wish I never left you.” Then we make out, then I blackout. Then I wake up and I’m still all alone, I grab my phone & I’m yelling ‘When you gonna be home?!’ I suffocate you, I hate you deeply. Next week I love you, I feel so needy. I wonder if you want me or you still need me. That’s when you call me, you want to see me. Feed me affection, say you love me. Kiss me or hug me, touch me, fuck me. Try to give me something or show me closure. My heart still hurts and I’m so hung-over and I feel like shit. And you look like a top 10- super model; by comparison you’re drop dead. And I reek of last night’s worst secret, we fell in love but we still go for the cheek kiss. Now we’re sitting in the middle of a diner and you only order water and I’m trying to remind her of the moments we had prior but she’s blocking them out, she’s a lover and a fighter and she’s knocking me out. Is this hopeless? Or am I running off of false fate & don’t front like the sex wasn’t all great, I always held you in good hands like all-state, I always stayed-up for you when you use to call late, just to wake up and waste away with you all day, keep that in mind as you’re letting me down, dear god, don’t tell me she’s forgetting me now. I hate your friends, I know they tell you we don’t gel, but how you go and fuck another dude in your hotel? Even when you told me you still want us to work out, how you go and fuck another dude in your hotel? I heard of everything, even the things you don’t mention- word is you’ll give it to anyone who gives you attention, so when did you go from being precious to being pretentious, I just want to know, watching you ho is depressing. I guess this was a lesson I was meant to endure, when you told me it was over thought I lost it for sure, but knowing the girl that you were and knowing the girl that you are, I’m kind of glad we’re no more...

I’ve been there, I’ve done that
Nevermind this, I’ll come back
Though I’ve been away, I’m still not the same
And the convo’s that we’ve spoken on the phone
Girl, have me broken
It’s such a shame it’s ended this way
I’ve text you, I’ve called you
I’ve followed, girl, I beg you
As I complain I’ve too made mistakes
And the love weight that I carry
You’ve abandoned, unfairly
Has me to claim that you can never change girl
Such a shame, girl
Where’s the blame, girl?
Where's the blame?
Oh It’s on, oh it’s on,
But you'll never change girl
Such a shame, girl
Where's the blame, girl?
Where's the blame?
oh it’s on, oh it's on, oh it's on you…

My ex called- blue moon. She alone in that one bath/two room. She afraid that she won’t find love, and I know, cause we both walked away from things too soon. So I ignored it, but she called back and I’m curious to know where her thoughts at so I green-light it and I’m reminded why we decided to just fall back. So I hang up. But she’s hung up. On the things that we had that she fucked up. Cause she had me and she knew that but she took advantage and she blew that, yeah. Pun intended. Won’t pretend it didn’t hurt but, not offended. You expect it from dames like these but you got to stay balanced in J’s like these.

You’ll never change girl
Such a shame girl
Where’s the blame, girl
Where’s the blame?
Oh it’s on, oh it’s on
You’ll never change girl

Oh it’s on. Oh, it’s on.