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I blacked out not having you around.

I feel ashamed that I have to be

the target of everyone’s toxic mess.

Don’t they know that I’m just a girl?

And I’ve got nothing to lose

if I’m just getting started with my life.

I cried the last time I saw you.

No song could describe how I feel

but can she write to you in poetry?

And if I go blonde, will you love me

just the same like you did

when we met in Scotland?

You knew you fucked up

when I told you I didn’t care.

But I just wanted you

if my mother weren’t around.

You could’ve told me you love me

and I’d say, “You’re crazy.”

But it would be a crime,

if people saw you kiss me.

So, you better keep it quiet

when we get a little frisky.

And I’ll turn twenty-six,

it’ll be my golden day.

I’ll blow out the candles

and we could get drunk

with cider and beer

because it would be

deja vu if I’m just

another singer

writing songs about

a love that people dream about.

I’ve got dreams too.

To be a woman,

loved my millions and no one.

I’m a little selfish.

I get so jealous.

Could you blame me?

I just wanted to be with you

but 2020 makes us believe

in nothing and everything.

I know I can’t be in Rome

because that’s where you took her

while I was in Spain running around

without a doubt of wanting you.

I blacked out not having you around.

It was sweet hearing you say

that I might be the one for you.

It’s all I wanted to hear

someone say to me.

I knew you fucked up

when I walked away

from the sweet conversation

you had with my mother.

But I feel jaded, when things

aren’t going my way.

Does she know the way

you speak sounds like a song

from a long time ago?

Because I do, I do, I do.

And if I go blonde,

would you think

that I’m just being rebellious

like how they think of me?

Do they know that the words

they’ll speak won’t be taken lightly?

I don’t want to blackout when it comes

to what we’ve got going on.

Can we just laugh about the things

we’ve been through?

Because the past is in the past,

when it comes to those who we used

to love and crave at night.

You know the words I’ll write

and you know it’s about love.

That’s how I feel about you.

That’s what I’ll say to your face

when I see you again.