Damn
It’s been three days and you still haven’t texted
I’m wondering if I should ask around for your number
and leave a message
saying that even though I can’t stop thinking about you
I feel rejected
I should’ve collected my feelings for you right when I felt it
and picked my damned number off of the floor
where you probably left if
Before you, I never lost sleep over any boy
but boy you got me paranoid
looking at myself, suppressing feelings that I can’t avoid
you had me thinking that this was about to be a love story
fixing my hair and getting ready for our polaroids
but instead you have me stressed while waiting for a stupid text
are you into me or not
I’m in my feelings like hell all because I can’t tell
tossing in my sleep and listening to Adele
biting my damned nails
wondering if I feel this way, because I’ve fell
Ali, this isn’t fair
I’m losing my mind
while you’re acting like you don’t even care, I’m still crying
but it’s fine, I guess I just caught you at the wrong time
but boy you had me so gone when I thought you were mine
If having you was a crime, then I’d gladly pay the fine
so that I wouldn’t be picking petals
trying to find myself a sign that our feelings align
daydreaming like I’m crazy, even though that’s how you make me
imagining how it would feel every time you called me baby