A Drink Later
A Drink Later1 min 237 1 min 237
I'm an open book, so you think?
That's funny, 'cause he always found me
A confused mess of everything.
Why is it always that when he started ghosting me,
You had to come by
With that crazy grin of yours,
And pull me up to the dance floor.
No I'm done with all this drama, you know,
Learnt too late to say "enough!"
I'm tired to give, and scared to lose,
To love once more and then be torn off.
So let's do what we do best, strangers with a spark,
Friends with a gap,
Someone to laugh with and laugh at,
Just don't find yourself someone too close,
Until this spark's gone and the gap is vacuous.