Write a Song About It

2 gram bags for 80

Should've been 50

Kid, you got ripped off bad

But that's what he said

And i know you're not the

Type to argue back

So you keep them by your desk

Boy you really underestimated

How much i'd be calling you back

Cause one bag is

Already in the trash

Do you want to hear your ringtone?

What it sounds like when i call you

I don't want to be a tool

But i've been missing you

And i've been thinking about your fingers

How underneath your nails i'll linger

And when you bite and you spit

Cause you taste me in all the bitter

And i've been thinking about the mornings after

When you get headaches

When you need a shower

When i keep you from getting out of bed

Keep you tied to your desk

Who can tell you're doing so much worse

Keep me close

Keep me there as a comfort

Glass of water every time incase i get stuck to your throat

Suck me up, tell yourself one last time

Before you start to float

And you don't want to write a song about it

So you say you won't

You don't want to write a song about it

So you say you won't