Proud

I didn't text you, I hope you're proud

But there's a message that I typed out

I let it rot on my home page

And there's a lot that I won't say out loud

I feel your lips, then I feel your doubt

I let you rot on my own brain

And there's no second image

There's no second chance

Maybe you just liked the thought of me

Next time, check in advance

Maybe I'm just too dramatic

My career is one big red flag