I question your sincerity whilst knowing your infidelity, because deep down I know I’m just your clendestine meetings in a random park in your city. I didn’t know love could be this shitty. Are we still playing pretend? or has this come to an end? I’m genuinely curious I could be dead. Because if you look straight ahead you can see all of your picks with the prettiest heads.

I’m your universe so I put that into a song verse, but surely, how many universes are there? It doesn’t surprise me of your witty, but does these things come back to you, really? Cause I think I’m falling, dearly and I’m afraid that you won’t catch me too, fearly. So, the pretty girl in the dress wrote you a poem, I hope you put this one in your totem. Oh darling, you should’ve known