A Song About Being Sad

Always felt like I needed to please her, or impress her Though only in the hope that one day I would undress her Don't be offended You think I'm 'bout to tell you that I love you But I really really really fucking don't See the months of obsession And crying for hours I even started sitting down in the shower, girl I'll take my time on my own And I'll be fine now I'm alone Constantly told stories with a stretch of the truth Trying hard to make memories to remember from youth Desperately wanting you to be interested too It's not clear what I need yet But it's clear it's not you Here's what I'd say to any young man that's still interested in you Do you prioritize the things in your life The things that you hope to do? Cause if not then Mate you'd better trust me when I tell you that It's not worth forgetting about yourself Because of one fucking girl She may seem perfect, and gorgeous, and lovely You'll think she likes you I mean I thought she loved me, no But no Neither of us will get down from the shelf The only one she loves is herself