February 11th

I like June better than July I like ‘20 more than ‘23 I like overthinking and dance parties and how the sun rises in the east If you only knew how much I cried when you said goodbye Maybe you would have stayed a little bit longer then in her bed that night But you never said you were loyal You never said you didn’t lie You never said you’d lose the game But you kissed my head goodnight? So why is the grass greener for you While I’m stuck in the dark I guess I should have found something better to do then drive you home that night