City in Texas

You asked our friend to switch seats with you hold my hand as the lights are going dim
Directed by Greta Gerwig I felt I was in the movie
You squeezed my hand during the parts you knew would make me cry
Did you do this for her too or was it just me

Walking down the street I can feel the linger of your fingers wrapped in mine
But no one can see us because you weren't mine to flaunt
So I settled for being your secret and killed a part of me trying to keep it

I'd rather have someone's rough hands pulling me apart
Than your careful one on me making me believe that you cared about me
I can handle being an object
I can handle being nothing
But I can't handle the look on your face telling me you can't love me the same way you love her

I heard you're not doing too well now
You've been drinking yourself to death to feel more alive
And when you reach the bottom of the bottle I hope you choke on all the lies and false hope you gave me
But most importantly I hope you choke on the fact you'll never mean anything to me anymore