Ms. You I want to assist you
My heart is an instrument that I tend to still misuse
Can't trust the memories I still gotta sift through
Experience has made it hard for me to still excuse
Girl I said f*ck love, I'll give you my dedication
Haunted by situations that end up in separation
I'll give you the moon, before I do, I'll go build a spaceship
And that's why it detonated before it had left the station
Before it met destination
Before I met maturation
Before we were such item
Before it got complicated
Now I know this shit is rocket science my heart adjacent
Of finding somebody who worth not truly becoming complacent
Why you acting like mine?
But avoiding my line?
Calls still decline
I guess I'll survive
I gotta bad habit of still giving things tries
More than they require
And still wasting my time
And so she engages with me casually
In a effort to avoid becoming another ones of love's casualties
Ironically It's like she's casting me for a role I could never actually be
So for me to impose that we build something gradually
Is something that I don't really see happening
I guess gotta accept not all said endings don't come happily