Five-Year Plan

You've got no time to make for me you cut me off clean, left a constant sting the secrets you kept closer to your chest made me lonely like 2017

Standing in your front room again it went straight to my, to my head

Drunk and talking about how you're sad and how I came with a five-year plan but it wasn't true, kissing until noon and"I am you with the red"

Standing on your tiled floor again it went straight to my, to my head (to my head)

Love, to you, is jumping in a void right person at the wrong time

something recoiled

and I don't know why

But it was too much

but it was too much

but it was too much

but it was too much

but it was too much

but I was too much