“That girl”


In the backroom cooking up like I sell crack
Drinking every time the sky turns black
New girls blowing up my phone like, “Where ya at”
But Valentine’s Fall is in the lab dressed in all black
Writing about that time I said I loved you
And the time you said you loved me too
And how now you swear you never felt the same
And swear that I’m the one to blame
But girl you know none of that is true
Girls you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
Or did, to prove how much I loved you
Be real with yourself, be true
Don’t be the girl I know, be the girl I knew
I loved that girl
I would’ve gave her the world
I would’ve died for her twice
I would’ve been the good guy
The guy she said was so nice


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