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I wish you knew
how much hurt
I’ve been through.
I wanted a friend
who would care
about the things
I’m going through.
I guess you’re just like
the rest of them.
You want me to burn.
You want me to fail.
But Social Media got us,
falling in love with words
and embracing what others
see in the both of us.
I wish you knew
how you changed
by the things we loved.
OPM music and the nineties
banging through the speakers.
But how I loved you is way different
than the love I feel for him.
When will we burn
the town like we’ve done
before we saw each other.
Just around and date
other girls like you’ve always done.
I won’t be hurting
because people think of me
as the side chick no one
knows a lot about.
I wish you knew
how that will hurt me.
I just wanted a friend
who would hold my hand
in the dark of the night.
Two Social Media stars
wanting nothing to do
with the pain of others
but we get dragged
by the hurt they feel.
We wonder if it was our fault
that they’re lives are at risk.
Red lipstick on the coffee cup
you’ve kept when we last saw each other.
He doesn’t have to know
about the friends we’ve got
and the things we’ve never done.
Let them speculate
and slut shame the girl
who wanted nothing
but to be loved and loved.
Isn’t it unfortunate
that we’re the pair
most likely to succeed
in the field we burned?
I wish you knew
I was the one
who wanted space
and I thought you wanted it too.
Let me be the first
to apologize for not seeing it through.
I wish it was different
but we can’t let the birds
tell our lovers what we’ve done
to each other’s game plans.
Just let them know
what they wanted to know,
nothing, nothing ever happened
between us that summer.