Less. You know?

The less you know then it's probably best cuz if I told you then you'd be a wreck

I'm rotting in my bed fist fighting depression

You probably should've warned me that your love was a lesson

You told me that you needed some space

I gave you that and you end up in his bed

A breakup text, mistyped and misread

A breakup text, plus a bullet through my head

Remember that time that I told you I missed you

And you replied that you're better alone

Remember that time when you didn't believe that you're worth my time and that you could be loved