(Sinkers) We’re not besties no more Like we don’t even talk Our love language is dead Just like outlined in chalk And it’s all in my head How I chased for our spark Now what’s stuck in my head’s How I’m lost in the dark All the things that you said Played me all like a sport I’m so done I am fed stick it all with a fork From the highest of dreams I have fallen so short It’s undone everything To stay docked in this port
