me with no shirt on

I sent you a picture of me with no shirt on

Just underwear, me, and a mirror

But you haven't answered and every minute

That goes by I start to feel weirder

Starving for your attention

Are they not that impressive?

Does it make me look desperate?

Have I lost your affection?

Or did you lose reception?

Think I'm getting the message

You used to lose your breath over me

Now I'm losing my mind

You used to get obsessed over me

Now I can't catch your eye

I figured a picture of me with no shirt on

Would remind u that I still existed

Cuz you used to love it

Now you don't touch on it

And I used to be your addiction

But I'm a whore now— for your attention

And it stings like a weapon

Does it make me look desperate?

Oh baby have I lost your affection?

Or did u lose reception?

Think I'm getting the message

You used to lose your breath over me

Now I'm losing my mind

You used to get so obsessed over me

Now I can't catch your eye

Now you don't even try to pretend that it's fine

Would it kill you to lie and tell me something nice?

Cuz I held in my breath and I turned to the side

Hit that angle u liked

You used to lose your breath over me

Now I'm losing my mind

You used to get so obsessed over me

Now I can't catch your eye

When I sent you a picture of me with no shirt on

Just underwear me and a mirror