third time’s a charm, isn’t it?
did the chase give you the thrill? did the thrill sizzle out after 5 months? i did not wish it was you, but you were there starry-eyed, with the flowers and the grandeur gesture i told you things i did not want to admit to anybody else, and i asked “am i too much?” then you, you and your deceptive solace i met you halfway, met you all the way “is this settling? or is this compromising?” got me questioning myself, was it the guilt? i was just returning the favor, wasn’t i? “is this what i actually deserve?” so i said “fuck it, i’d do it anyway” because i drove home crying and backslid behind your back i wanted it to be true, i wanted to do it right but you put me on the pedestal just to degrade me i walked on eggshells with the shoes you bought me i still look back with bitterness, i do because i told you things i did not want to admit to anybody else now that i write this, t ake my book with you, i’ll take the trickery with me
