talk abt by quinnie

i wake up on a friday and I know that hes gone
i jus need somewhere warm I can curl up jus to rest my head
i jus need some1 that i can screw up like his cigarettes
he called me prophetic but im a fuck up
call me that instead
im posting this bullshit so he’ll know im up but he’s with his friends

he’s all i talk about
hes all i talk about
wish I could get him outta my mouth but hes all i talk about

i sleep in on the weekend coz he’s not in my dawn
i just need some1 that I can shut out jus to get ahead
i just need somethin that I can hear out jus so its misread
he called me electric but im a black out
call me that instead
id cling like a leech if hed put his arm out til im in his head

hes all I talk about
hes all I talk about
wish I could get him outta my mouth but hes all I talk abt

• Alternative
• ambient
• lofi
• singer-songwriter