Hottie

You know I can't let you take a piece of my heart
I know you could if you wanted
You found me
I asked you
To know why
You were crying
Shy I drunk hop in the front seat of your car
Quick pass trucks as your close I breathe hard
Driving

Fucked up laughing climb to the back seat
Breathing deep in the back of the taxi
That's not me
I die in my ashes you're standing
Wide eyed as I walked out i saw you
Hottie

I arrive home with your hat
And I text you asking if you want it back
And you said it's okay
Don't worry about it
It's no big deal
You fit it better
I try text you after shitty day at my job
Convo slow to a crawl as I think
It's over



Credits
Writer(s): Alexandria Jessen
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