Thinking of the girl who chose him over me
Thinking of the girl who stared at me
On the metro
Was that drugs
Or was that tourist energy
But I didn't care
Felt like bugs
Just got done paying for one
Felt dirty
And I wanted to work
Ignored her stares
Felt like shit
She was exactly my type
I guess I blew it
Put in thirteen hours of work to make me
Think it was worth feeling that shit
I mean
Spiraling down
No drugs
Only working with slugs
Sadly that's it
Sadly that's it
Where'd she go
I still think
All I have
Is a face
In my memory