I don't like the way that you say my name
It sounds a little to bland
It needs a little more blame
You don't like the words of the songs I write
They need a little more time
And you just gotta be right
If it's not the way I walk
It's the way I talk
And if the world don't spin
Then it's all my fault
She can't use my friends
And she can't use my thoughts
These are all my thoughts
I keep them in my box
I, I think I'm done giving you my plans
My plans
I, I thought you were my biggest fan
My fan
Yeah, you like the gloss
Breaths too bad you need the floss
Carry my weight I'm feeling lost
And when I'm all good I'll dump you fast
I'm taking off
Outgrown, I've been outgrown
Taken off your pedestal
Like your friends that you trash talk
I could never get you in the dark
That's my fault
Everything's about you and you don't want more
What the f*ck your mans for?
Were you thinking about limitations?
Scared that you would become complacent?
Too many one sided conversations
I'm afraid that you're losing patience
I, I think I'm done giving you my plans
My plans
I, I thought you were my biggest fan
My fan
