Delete Me ft. Poison Lilly [Blackline Audio] (Explicit)

Go on, delete me There's barely anything left I cut out every piece of me You couldn't fucking accept "That's a little much." "I'm just being honest." "You're wearing that?" "Do whatever you want." Yeah. I know. I wiped the black off my mouth In your passenger mirror You said it looked better that way So I left the lipstick in your car My phone lit up on the nightstand I turned it face down again You never told me not to answer You just hated all my friends And I got good at knowing What you didn't have to say "She's bad for you." "But it's your choice." So I made it. Your way. Go on, delete me There's barely anything left I cut out every piece of me You couldn't fucking accept Now you ask where she went Like you didn't watch her leave You never had to erase me I learned how to delete me Delete me "Little quieter." "Little smaller." Delete me "Little sweeter." "Little softer." Small enough now? Your coffee cup stayed by the sink My records disappeared downstairs That old shirt you used to laugh at Ended up in a Goodwill bag somewhere I started saying "we" for everything Even shit that I meant "I" I'd type three words, read them back Then change them five more times I knew which laugh embarrassed you Which stories went too long Which version of myself came home And which one didn't belong Funny how a person disappears Without ever being gone Last Tuesday you were scrolling While I stood there making dinner You looked up like something hit you Said, "You don't laugh like you used to." Then, "I miss the girl I met." I looked at you. You looked at me. I almost said I'm sorry. Almost. You miss her? You miss her now? The one who talked too loud? The one you couldn't take out? The one with all those friends You swore were dragging her down? You miss the clothes? You miss the mouth? You miss the way she filled the room? Where the fuck were you When I was cutting her loose? Piece By Piece "Too loud." "Too much." "Calm down." "Grow up." "Not her." "Not that." "Don't start." "Don't ask." WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK WAS LEFT? Go on, delete me There's barely anything left I cut out every piece of me You couldn't fucking accept Now you want the girl you met Like she vanished underneath You never had to erase me You taught me to delete me I found the lipstick in your car Dried out beneath the seat Funny. I don't even know If I'd wear that color now. "Too much." "Maybe." I don't know.