Nicholas

I heard from my friend Paige this weekend
At the pool party everyone was at, in Atherton
That she winked, and asked what you were doing
And you, misconstruing the question requested she tell you if she knew what we'd done

She said, she might've heard something
From my own mouth, when it happened, about it but
You said, that while we'd had a small fling
Now it was lying, in casket, but while
It had lasted, for you it had been fun

And I was so enraged
And confused when my friend Paige
Told me what you said
I can't let it go to my head

You never told me you were finished, did you, Nicholas?
And you never got back to me like you promised, and quite frankly it
Saddens me that you didn't even care enough
To throw me out on the curb and tell me we were done
Though to me, hooking up is no more than getting fucked
You can't just decide when it's over for the both of us, Nicholas

I feel just like a fool now, a sorry and sad clown
All because I didn't realize
That you were a massive fucking dunce who
Who doesn't have a sense of respect for anyone, despite all the warnings I still tried

And the worst part is I told you
I have never been chill and I need you to communicate
I was vulnerable around you, and told you what I wanted, and counted
That you might somehow reciprocate

How could I be so wrong?
I think I knew all along
That it would end this way
Lord knows I always scare them away

You never told me you were finished, did you, Nicholas?
And you never got back to me like you promised, and quite frankly it
Saddens me that you didn't even care enough
To throw me out on the curb and tell me we were done
Basic human decency stipulates you should've hit me up
Though to me, hooking up is no more than getting fucked
You can't just decide when it's over for the both of us, Nicholas