Two Cents

two cents like i’m just a pick in your side stuck like postage my mind, i called it a motion when you weren’t so gentle we should’ve made up by now we should’ve made out by now i cant really see your name without my heart feeling like it’ll drop into some darkness and god, i wont really see my blinds letting you bleed back into my life we should’ve made up by now we should’ve made out by now i cant really see your name without my heart feeling like it’ll drop into some darkness crawl in to my heart like it was never mine pickin at the deepest spots like i was never finished moving out like i was never moving out right you couldve called me out if only call me out call me out like im the bad person all along and you’re just a victim