Slowcore

I look up to the sky and it's raining from the heavens

I look down at my phone and it's a quarter to eleven

And there's too much noise in the distance

I hope I'm not raising your suspicions

But I probably am an you probably can see what I'm doing and what I'm after

My heartbeats slowing down because of you

And then you look at me, straight in the eyes

Then you use that word that I despise

I can't stand it anymore

My hearts on the sleeve that I wore