The Blues

We were the envy of the couples cute as we could be We ran the town until you chose to run away from me I guess forever meant a couple dozens Sundays to you I walked alone until my bitter turned into a calm I blocked your number but you had a friend to make the call Sayin you miss me can we meet for matcha lattes at two It's true That with you I'm just playing to lose I'd only end up singing the blues Or mending a melodical bruise We're hopeless homie We were so sweet but situations sticky bubble gum I played for keeps but turns out you were playin just for fun I thought you were the one but seems you like your bitches in twos Now its how you're missing me and my mellow And you really wanna meet in the middle You're no longer for the streets that's sweet Do i look fucking stupid? Dumb? Deluded? Sayin I make better art when I'm with ya I should find it in my heart to forgive ya I should take the bittersweet I think we might be hopeless homie It's true That with you I'm just playing to lose I'd only end up singing the blues Or mending a melodical bruise We're hopeless homie It's true That with you I'm just playing to lose I'd only end up singing the blues Or mending a melodical bruise We're hopeless homie