Alackaday
In a more perfect world
I would've titled this song
Forehead kisses
I think you think I think you think I think you miss it
I was born giftless
I know you hate me 'cause I be depressed all the time
I know you lie and say it's fine but it isn't
God damn, a couple lines in and I know I've said too much
I know that I'm acting tough
I hope you don't call my bluff
And I know I'm acting up
So long as it's acting, yeah
You know my transmission stuck
So I cannot back this up
It's syncing
Titanic sinking
The water is breaching
I'm so good at breathing, it don't bother me
Hard-e-ly
And I don't worry 'bout you 'cause you smarter than me
Obviously
So what I'm trippin' on?
I do know my right from wrong
So why I let this go so long?
Why I let it get so strong?
Weight lifting
Wait, Lyfting to you right now
Except the way missing
Way different people than we was.
Can the Waze mention
I'm waiting for you right where we was
But the wait's different
And I think that I know like way too much
And the wait lengthens
You don't get my depression but uh
It's like the weight's missing
The gravity's up
I'm actually stuck. It's agony
I might atrophy, but I callously ask you for amnesty
I'm radically dumb, my gallantry more like apathy
But my faculties, uh, are radically far from ataraxy
That was my old Twitter handle
I tell myself that I can't stand you
You being I, just to clarify
I'll be this lonely 'til I die
I'm not terrified
Like, I don't care if I
Never listen on repeat
I'm so incomplete
I don't need these
I just wanna be who I wanna be
I think I was happier off on Cole St
I ain't know things
Too busy trying to live among the cold things
With the old things
I was too young
Ain't know who I was among that cold front
I ain't know none
Couldn't even tell you what I want or none
Still can't tell you now, but I'm on something
Oooh
I know that I'm missing you
I know you won't hear this 'till it's too late
Fuck it, I know it already is
I ain't even mad at what it is
'Cause I made it this
I gotta stop checking the Gram at 1am
I know it ain't good but damn
Tell me why I do it, then
Transition to your Snap
Just so you know that I looked at them
So you know that I think of you
I don't know what I'm tryna do, damn
I don't know what I'm tryna do
I don't know what I'm tryna do
I don't know what I'm tryna do, do
But I know that I'm missing you
I'm missing you, you, you
I'm missing you
I would've titled this song
Forehead kisses
I think you think I think you think I think you miss it
I was born giftless
I know you hate me 'cause I be depressed all the time
I know you lie and say it's fine but it isn't
God damn, a couple lines in and I know I've said too much
I know that I'm acting tough
I hope you don't call my bluff
And I know I'm acting up
So long as it's acting, yeah
You know my transmission stuck
So I cannot back this up
It's syncing
Titanic sinking
The water is breaching
I'm so good at breathing, it don't bother me
Hard-e-ly
And I don't worry 'bout you 'cause you smarter than me
Obviously
So what I'm trippin' on?
I do know my right from wrong
So why I let this go so long?
Why I let it get so strong?
Weight lifting
Wait, Lyfting to you right now
Except the way missing
Way different people than we was.
Can the Waze mention
I'm waiting for you right where we was
But the wait's different
And I think that I know like way too much
And the wait lengthens
You don't get my depression but uh
It's like the weight's missing
The gravity's up
I'm actually stuck. It's agony
I might atrophy, but I callously ask you for amnesty
I'm radically dumb, my gallantry more like apathy
But my faculties, uh, are radically far from ataraxy
That was my old Twitter handle
I tell myself that I can't stand you
You being I, just to clarify
I'll be this lonely 'til I die
I'm not terrified
Like, I don't care if I
Never listen on repeat
I'm so incomplete
I don't need these
I just wanna be who I wanna be
I think I was happier off on Cole St
I ain't know things
Too busy trying to live among the cold things
With the old things
I was too young
Ain't know who I was among that cold front
I ain't know none
Couldn't even tell you what I want or none
Still can't tell you now, but I'm on something
Oooh
I know that I'm missing you
I know you won't hear this 'till it's too late
Fuck it, I know it already is
I ain't even mad at what it is
'Cause I made it this
I gotta stop checking the Gram at 1am
I know it ain't good but damn
Tell me why I do it, then
Transition to your Snap
Just so you know that I looked at them
So you know that I think of you
I don't know what I'm tryna do, damn
I don't know what I'm tryna do
I don't know what I'm tryna do
I don't know what I'm tryna do, do
But I know that I'm missing you
I'm missing you, you, you
I'm missing you
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Writer(s): Charles Wardell Bagby
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