Pity Party from Bad Sports by Jean Dawson

Seems like
Street lights
Going nowhere fast

I can’t
seem to
leave you
In the
past
I’m cupid with a shotgun

She was a blonde hair
Blue yellow eyes light skin
Black white spice girl
Tie her hair up and fight girl

We used to hook up in the back of her car
When mine wouldn’t start
Far is to close and my memories not sharp
What a butter knife of a night
What if I wasn’t in the passenger side
Kickin’ my game like Tekken Tag
Switching my play like the second half
Tell you exactly what you wanna here
How I’ll always be there for you
Even when you know I’m never there for you
Even when you find someone else
Even when you crying to friends
How I fucked you a dipped
I never had a problem being transparent

I apologize if I have trouble
Being all you need
Being the air you breath

The smoke in your lungs turns
White eyes pink
I don’t need to run
I don’t need to love

Street lights turn bright when I
Pull out my gun

And I’m cupid with a shotgun
I do not love
I don’t need you
I do not front
Back then I’d say you were everything

And my phones on five percent
And I’m halfway through your paragraph about how I’m only wanted to fuck
Fuck you got me
And I laugh it off with a cigarette in mouth
Thinking about the girl that’s on my couch
That just gave me the sloppy
I’m sorry

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