Old Habits

 

The room starts to move
I think I’m finally faded
My phone on do not disturb
For all the girls that curved and hated
In the company of all the girls you dated
Treating them like they’re all overrated
Making them all fall in love
Just to the point where they can’t get enough
Just to the point where they tell me they like it rough
And all that playing hard to get was just a bluff
Then I get them all off like a prom dress
Then I leave in the morning and talk to them less and less
Then then they bitch about how I never call
And I have to remind them that Valentine never falls

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