Pitbull

You're making a run for it
The coffee's getting cold
I asked you to hang around
But you didn't

I feel like a pitbull chained up outside
Foaming at the mouth
'Cause I said you could reach out
And you didn't

I wanted you to be scared of me
I wanted to read your mind
Well fuck if I do and fuck if I care
That I'm yours and you're never mine

It makes me feel small
I wanted to bite my tongue off when I heard
That you think I talk too much about him
But you're always thinking about her

Waist deep in proclamations
I made to mess with your head
I don't know what I meant now
And I definitely didn't know then

It makes me feel small
I wanted to bite my tongue off when I heard
That you think I talk too much about him
But you're always thinking about her

So I called the cops on that damn party
You get pissed off and decide you want me
It gets quiet, that makes you feel funny
And I find I am always running
The solace, never satisfying
You bite your lip when I start crying
You get quiet, so I feel like dying
And I hope you know

It makes me feel small
Like I'll always be lying in the palm of your hand
Filling the gaps in your schedule
But I'm never thinking about that

I'm thinking about your constellation
Looking at you like you're better than me
I think I'll just stand here forever
Watching your face and bearing my teeth