Say

Real late, some nights, I still see you
Outside of Soho and still twenty-two
With no heart to lose
I think I've had too much

Hold up. What's the hold up?
Heart is quite colder
The trick is growing older
Whoops, I thought I told ya

Never guessed I'd ever stress
Bout getting crossed at twenty-three
Whether cries or fairer skies
I stay at two-thousand degrees

Lying right on top of me
That look like "- fuck you mean?"
Adrift when I'm asleep
I dream what we could be

Think I've had too much
This is not as fun
I'm still getting stuck
On "You're just not the one"
All the things

You don't have to say

You make me sad
Those feelings you lack
That touching me, teasing me?
...Holding me back

Just race to me fast
Keep pace so we last
How I go through life painting outside of the lines

This back and forth – it's just your wave
Breaking shit is just your way
Cause your bitches is scandalous
For the sake of lavishness

But go off cause you bad as shit
Run from me in the fastest sense
My demons give me callouses
Guess that's what forming a habit is

Like, girl what happened? They gone call it plastic
I just need my city boys to show up with that action

While you looking through your phone
Just to set the tone
Not your only love
But your favorite one
Thinking things

You don't have to say

End up getting drunk
Waiting for the sun
You're just not the same
I'm still not the one

You don't have to say