Paper love
If only I didn't let my ego get the best of me
My last words wouldn't be
"You know I'm playing around, right?"
With my voice cracking and close to tears,
You discarded it with, "Don't bullshit me."
Maybe that was my way, you know?
Trying my best not to smile,
Seeing you and shouting, "You again!"
A nickname, our signature on each others books and you calling my name
And adding a little "Fuck you" with a smile when you saw me
I don't want us to end like this.
Talking to you was a bliss.
