First and foremost Let it be said my dear I was gonna wait for you So this is not an act of spite It's a visceral coming too She wrote an album And that's something that I can't do What I can do is spit the truth And it all leads back to you
Secondly, I know I haven't written much You know the way I can be Tonight I'm fucking drunk So it's all gonna be about me Take a seat, pull up a chair Give me one beat to fill my glass I've lost a piece of me in you But you've lost all your past
Is he better than me? Has he seen more to this life? Can he smoke more? Can he fuck more? Are you good enough to be his wife? Can he break me? Can he break you? Oh, I don't know what I'm to do Yes, I don't know what I'll fucking do
I've seen our café of clocked-out plans All what could have been If you didn't go and fall in love And ruin everything I've seen him I've been him I've felt the same way But now I break against the dirt Along with our cafés
Is he better than me? Has he seen more to this life? Can he smoke more? Can he fuck more? Are you good enough to be his wife? Can he break me? Can he break you? Well, I don't know what I'm to do Yes I don't know what I'll fucking do
I've lost all meaning I've lost my sense of hope I've seen him going out with you I've seen what he can do So touch him And break me Strip naked Embrace him Lose faith in His pace, his Stamina and grace I'm losing face I'm losing face I'm losing
I don't care, I want you here As long as you're happy, I don't care
Compositor: William Patrick Gold (Wilbur Soot) ECAD: Obra #34924104