“You look like Brie Larson”
I thought that I was Ramona
I thought that you’d see me
Straight down the barrel
In half an hour, we’d be taking our clothes off
I thought that maybe you missed me
I guess that I wouldn’t know that
Oh maybe because the last time I saw you
Telepathic messages
Kept us ten feet back
I’ve got a lot to say
But what’s on your mind?
I’ve got too much to do
So why’d you waste my time?
I tried to put on my best face
You said you don’t really get it
It’s like the sentiment’s wasted upon you
What’s worth self sabotage?
She’s showing she’s lost her head
But it was never a game changer
Deal breaker, I can be crazy too
Been googling names and
Taking new trains and showing up late
To places I hate cause maybe you’ll show
Get a moment alone
I’d act unaware
And still say that I don’t fucking care
I’ve got a lot to say
But what’s on your mind?
I’ve got too much to do
So why’d you waste my time?
It’s a bigger expense
Than I should allow
So if you’ve got shit to say
You better say it now
Same place, same time
Rattles round my mind
No use changing a one track brain you see
Cause if you said you’d like to try again
I would agree
Don’t care how sad it seems
Pavement perched above the ground
I needed someone to be around
Thought maybe I could find that in you
Who woulda knew
How can it stop when it has only begun?
Lyrics by Mia Timson
Written and Produced by Babe City