White sneakers and forgotten blinkers.
You were both always wishful thinkers.
You made her believe you were a keeper.
Little did she know - you would always
deceive her.
When she calls, you'll hang up the receiver.
Like and old-timely, feature.
Block her number, it's the right thing to do.
You know she probably isn't eating food.
You also know, her heart isn't bulletproof.
So, tell her the fucking truth.
She fucking fell for you, you silly goose.
Tell her the truth. She's all you have to lose.
Don't let her waste her life on you.
Don't let her tears drown what's left of her youth.
