Look...I don't know how to talk to you. I don't know how to ask you if you're okay. My friends always feel the need to tell me things, seems like they're just happier than us these days. Yeah, these days I don't know how to talk to you... I don't know how to be there when you need me. It feels like the only time you see me is when you turn your head to the side and look at me differently.
Yeah, and last night I think I lost my patience. Last night, I got high as the expectations. Last night, I came to a realization and I hope you can take it: I'm too good to you.
I'm way too good to you, you take my love for granted. I just don't understand it. I'm way too good to you. You take my love for granted, I just don't understand it.
I just know I found myself getting lost with you. Lately, you just make me work too hard for you. Got me on flights overseas, and I still can't get across to you.
Years go by too fast, I can't keep track. How long did we last? (I feel bad for asking)
It can't end like this.
You got somebody other than me, so don't play the victim when you're with me. Free time is costing me more than it seems... sacrificing things, and I wanna tell you my intentions- I wanna do the things that I mention, I wanna benefit from the friendship, I wanna get the late night message from you. I'm way too good to you.
Drake, you lyrical genius, you.
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