B@Lt1m0r3

(Maybe I should’ve mailed the love-soaked letters that I’d write you every night
Or played you one of the songs that sang your name like it was holy
But how much I loved you and how much I showed that
Didn’t fucking matter, right, if I didn’t text you?
Because texting is the only way you can truly love someone
If you don’t text someone you don’t love someone…)
around my bedroom floor again
Wonder if I was just a joke to all your friends
You wanna talk, I’m ignoring what you send
Gotta know that you’re really mine
Shattered glass, I wanna disappear
Be so much easier if I wasn’t here
Take a break
Why am I in fear?
broken pieces
I thought that I told you that
I wanna be just what you want me to be
And I can take it
You can wanna be mean
They tore me open, I got sewn at the seams
And you were left to make some love out of me
I wanna feel just what you want me to feel
Busy in my head
Don’t even know what was real
Dirty habit, drown me in your melody
Of stories of girls you’d rather sleep with instead of me
(Fuck!)
But I forget that
Every time that you come back
I’ll just forget that
Baltimore
Every time that you come back
(Fuck… I’m so fucking stupid)
Baltimore
Baltimore