Mangoes at Midnight

My hands are sticky and sore Why did I come back for more Wet flesh on the cutting board Juice running down my elbows Where the hell did the time go I think I’m losing my mind Cutting mangoes at midnight I feel like I’m out of time At least the mangoes won’t bleed Maybe I won’t go to sleep I think the mangoes loved me more than you did Never should’ve ever believed in cupid Wish I could tell my past self not to be stupid And that the mangoes loved me more than you did Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Where did my man go, hell no Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Where did my man go I don’t think I have a type But I always fall for guys Who at first glance are so kind But underneath their smooth skin Sticky sweet traps to fall in Mangoes at midnight help me think Washing my hands in the sink Why do I feel like I need to find a boy to fix Yellow blood spills to the floor I don’t feel like myself no more I think the mangoes loved me more than you did Never should’ve ever believed in cupid Wish I could tell my past self not to be stupid And that the mangoes loved me more than you did Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Where did my man go, hell no Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Where did my man go I keep falling for the same guy Hoping that he ruins my life No more time, no more I keep falling for the same lie Hoping that maybe this time I won’t end up eating mangoes at midnight I think the mangoes loved me more than you could It was unfair of me to expect your love to be so good Wish I could tell my past self not to be stupid The mangoes loved me more than you did Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Where did my man go, hell no Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Mangoes loved me more Where did my man go, hell no