I think this story still needs a bit more
You weren't born for him, he has to know it
He's beside you, but I'm in your memory
When you two go eat, you think I'm him
’Cause otherwise, babe, you don't get wet, ha
You know where I am, babe, in case you get the urge
This still isn't over, yeah
Hope's low, but faith's sky-high
That you'll be mine again, babe, until
My bones crack even after I'm dead
I know you still haven't thrown me away
I know you still miss me
I need you, babe, that's enough, yeah
I'm smoking like a rasta
Since I don't see you, I barely even hang out
If it's not with you, I don't even like to dance a perreo
If it's not with you, I don't get dressed up, I step out looking rough
I don't take the Hellcat out, it's parked like a museum piece
I have to picture your face if I grope another
I don't play music when I'm out for a drive
’Cause our song might suddenly play, and
Tell me he doesn't know you're dying for me
That you know that perfume you wear because of me
That you heard your favorite album thanks to me
And that hoodie you never take off, I'm the one who gave it to you
Tell me he doesn't know you're dying for me
That you know that perfume you wear because of me
That you heard your favorite album thanks to me
That hoodie you never take off, I'm the one who gave it to you
’Cause otherwise, babe, you don't get wet, ha
You know where I am, babe, in case you get the urge