At His Finest
Still alone in my bedroom
Thinkin' about you
And everything you said was really so true
I don't even doubt you
(Like I don't even doubt you)
No I don't even doubt you
Still sittin' here alone in my bedroom
Thinkin' about you
Everything you said was so true
Like I don't even doubt you
(I still think about you)
Like I don't even doubt you
Sittin' in my bedroom
Writing this in late June
I don't wanna go back there without you
Yeah she sent a couple pictures they were of you
I just remember how it felt when I loved you
Yeah I'm sorry but I feel like nothings left there
I don't even have the kind of love that I did there
I don't think that I could give that shit again now
Can we pretend that you will be there in the end now
And we're still friends now
I don't fuckin' know how we managed to make amends now
(I guess you're really fuckin' better now)
I know that I should hit you up some more
But I don't want anything to do with you anymore
I swear I only came to you because I wanted more than what was ever there
More than you could give me
More than what was ever fair
Asking way too much of you
Asking way too much of me
And it's getting harder to breathe
It's getting harder to breathe
Feel you choking me
Painted nails on my back
Scratch too deep
Livin' in 2-D
And everybody's 3-D
They see the real thing
But it's not me
My vision's blurry
Like why the fuck she hurt me
My bedroom's cloudy
Am I talking too loudly
How am I still standing
I feel my legs are breaking
I'm still astounded
I'm still astounded by
Your royal highness
Thinkin' about you
And everything you said was really so true
I don't even doubt you
(Like I don't even doubt you)
No I don't even doubt you
Still sittin' here alone in my bedroom
Thinkin' about you
Everything you said was so true
Like I don't even doubt you
(I still think about you)
Like I don't even doubt you
Sittin' in my bedroom
Writing this in late June
I don't wanna go back there without you
Yeah she sent a couple pictures they were of you
I just remember how it felt when I loved you
Yeah I'm sorry but I feel like nothings left there
I don't even have the kind of love that I did there
I don't think that I could give that shit again now
Can we pretend that you will be there in the end now
And we're still friends now
I don't fuckin' know how we managed to make amends now
(I guess you're really fuckin' better now)
I know that I should hit you up some more
But I don't want anything to do with you anymore
I swear I only came to you because I wanted more than what was ever there
More than you could give me
More than what was ever fair
Asking way too much of you
Asking way too much of me
And it's getting harder to breathe
It's getting harder to breathe
Feel you choking me
Painted nails on my back
Scratch too deep
Livin' in 2-D
And everybody's 3-D
They see the real thing
But it's not me
My vision's blurry
Like why the fuck she hurt me
My bedroom's cloudy
Am I talking too loudly
How am I still standing
I feel my legs are breaking
I'm still astounded
I'm still astounded by
Your royal highness
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Poole
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