Not bedded by another hand
Swore I’d never love again
So infantile and dissatisfied
Stay inside, sometimes I cry
A worried fiend of other lives
Do you witness mine?
Am I doing it right?

But what a relief!
You don’t recognize me
I can pretend that I don’t know who you have been seeing
Yes I get lonesome suppose it just comes with the season
And I still hate you though I know I don’t have a reason

I don’t have a reason to see you anymore
And it kills me
Yes it kills me
Not a text or a page to let me know your safe
Just radio silence, just static waves

But what a relief!
You don’t recognize me
I can pretend that I don’t know who you have been seeing
Yes I get lonesome suppose it just comes with the season
And I still hate you though I know I don’t have a reason

And I didn’t mean to project my shit onto you
And I didn’t mean to protect myself from you
From you

I don’t believe
You don’t recognize me
I can’t pretend that I don’t know who you have been seeing
Yes I get lonesome suppose it just comes with the season
Of course I don’t hate you I know that I don’t have a reason

Composição: Lindsey Bitson