You Coulda Said That

I misinterpreted a situation If you didn’t love me, did you demonstrate it? Talking to you feels incriminating I think I need someone who isn’t basic Bitch, I’m back to business–which is usual I admit that what we had was beautiful So, it had an open casket funeral You can throw your tantrum’s like, a two-year-old  I don’t take pride Pushing you aside You say you’re ready But you can’t decide I don’t want to talk anymore I don’t want to call anymore Instead of tryna to maintain We should probably change things Done with playing blame games If you feel the same way You coulda said that You Coulda Said That You coulda said that You Coulda Said That