roses

I'm sick of making the first move I'm sick of thinking about you And I'm sick of calling my friends who Are sick of talking about you And I'm sick of telling dumb jokes And complimenting your clothes And I'm sick of roses on the street Finding their way to my feet Now they're on your porch And you finally start to notice all the Signals I've been Sending for the last few months This is tiring I just want to be liked for once Well, sadly now it seems That it was all routine And when I'm done, it's heartbreak number 21 I'm sick of staring at you And pointing out your tattoos And I'm sick of crying in my room Cause your tone of text came off rude And I'm sick of sending you replies I'm just so desperate for your eyes (On anything I write) And I'm sick of roses on the street Crushing underneath my feet Now I stare at the wall And you will never notice all the Signals I've been Sending for the last few months This is tiring I just want to be liked for once Well, sadly now it seems That it was all routine And when I'm done, it's heartbreak number 21 If he wanted to he would If he wanted to he would've If he wanted to he would If he wanted to he would've If you wanted to you would If you wanted to you would've If you wanted to you would Signals I've been Sending for the last few months This is tiring I just want to be liked for once At least I still have dreams And fiction movie scenes Replay them in my head as I go to sleep