anyways

You're calling me baby then kissing her

Saying I'm crazy and you're the one that's hurting

How could it be flirting?

You're making me cry, Dior blush dripping down

I've learned to let them fall without making a sound

When you're still around

So we'll talk on the phone for years and get nowhere but shed some tears

Then you'll tell me you hate my guts then cry for me and we'll make up

But I won't try to overexplain

I know you won't listen anyways