I was tellin′ her secrets, I knew she wouldn't keep
Quickly got into the habit of comin′ over every week
She would stare at my drawings, I would watch her eyes
Scrolling on her phone, makin' fun of all the guys
She would talk with my parents while I wait outside
She was good at not caring, I was way too blind
I should've been focused on things she said
I can see us still sitting on my bed
Time moves fast but I still ask about your day
And draw you inside my book
We had this thing, whenever we talked
If one of us blinked, the other one knocked
She would ask questions that I never thought, about
I just wish there was someone I could talk, with now
At 2am, school nights wide awake
Still say "Goodnight" every time felt more painful, ah
I′m tearing up drawings in my room
′Cause half of this shit I made for you
('Cause half of this shit I made for you)
Time moves fast but I still ask about your day
And draw you inside my book
When you bought me that switchblade, ayy
When I saw it was real
And you told me to trust you, and you taught me to feel
Writer(s): Isaiah Faber, Ibishov Ali Vagif Ogly
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