I'm great at giving advice.
I feel in a killing mood today, so imma post this again for murderous reasons. input appreciated. Judgyness will result in heart failure. I wrote this myself and i am TERRRIBLE at singing so dont shoot me. -_-”
right now, I’m thinking bout you
and I dont know what to do.
So i hope this message reaches you well
Because I wrote this song to say….
That I’m over you, Like a cow over the moon,
So can I talk to you hun
And can we put away our guns?
There’s a bird tapping at my window
And I try not to listen to it as it tells me its cheap secrets.
At school you’ll see me go insane,
But it’s all cool
and there is no longer pain.
And I’m tossing in the hat,
and now I’m singing to a cat.
Sadly we cannot be friends
And now I have to watch this song end,
Which says,
I’m over you like a cow, over the moon,
so can I talk to you hun?
and can we put away our guns?
There’s a bird tapping at my window
and I try not to listen to it,
as it tells me its cheap secrets.
It tells me things that it cant prove,
And It makes me wanna talk to you.
Its cheap secrets hurt like salt on wounds
and It still makes me wanna talk to you.