Cherry Heartache

I know it's hard for you
But don't act like I wouldn't die for you
If I didn't care then I wouldn't write this song for you
I wish you saw the things I see but you don't have a clue

I'm calling (you're calling) your phone but (her phone but) you don't ever pick up
(She won't ever pick up)
But you only call me whenever you fucked up
Make up your mind, I see through your lies
She gotta pick between us but she can't decide

All alone at a table for two
I got flowers sitting in your spot waiting for you
Trying to move on and I wish you the best
But baby, something feels wrong
Is that a knife in your chest
Oh no, almost poetic
Way that I loved you to death
Fuck her, I love you the best

Fucked up, cherry heartache
What's love without heartbreak?
What was I supposed to say?
"She don't love you anyway?"

Stone fruit, I can taste it
Her juice on the pavement
What was I supposed to do?
Trying to be in love with you

And this hurts, like last time but a little bit worse
Met her last night, said she liked my skirt
Yeah but you the one I like, give a fuck about her
Your flowers at her door, but she's looking at me
Don't you know I love you more? You're the one I see
Two-tone love, but it's more like three
Think you're sent from above, you're the one highkey

But you don't seem to notice I'm the only one
And she don't seem to notice I'm a loaded gun
Take her out before you get the chance to
Stake it out so I can just romance you
I got you stuck in my head, we'll be in love when she's dead

Fucked up, cherry heartache
What's love without heartbreak?
What was I supposed to say?
"She don't love you anyway?"

Stone fruit, I can taste it
Her juice on the pavement
What was I supposed to do?
Trying to be in love with you

That sounds different, did you change it?
Well I changed it a little bit