A Song About Being Sad

Always felt like I needed to please her, or impress her

Though only in the hope that one day I would undress her

Don't be offended

You think I'm 'bout to tell you that "I love you"

But I really, really, really fucking don't

See the months of obsession

And crying for hours

I even started sitting down in the shower, girl

I'll take my time on my own

And I'll be fine now I'm alone

Constantly told stories with a stretch of the truth

Trying hard to make memories to remember from youth

Desperately wanting you to be interested too

It's not clear what I need yet

But it's clear it's not you

Here's what I'd say to any young man that's still interested in you

Do you prioritise the things in your life

The things that you hope to do?

'Cause if not then

Mate you'd better trust me when I tell you that

It's not worth forgetting about yourself

Because of one fucking girl

She may seem perfect, and gorgeous, and lovely

You'll think she likes you

I mean I thought she loved me, no

But no

Neither of us will get down from the shelf

The only one she loves is herself