Where the fuck have you been?
I’ve been calling your name in my sleep since May.
Got a box of your loose ends.
You know where to find me.
Distance me or don’t.
It’s all blood just the same.
I laugh driving home.
Cause I just can’t place the blame.

(Don’t get involved)

Usually by now,
you’re hours deep in sabotage.
Hate yourself enough
to call me up and call me love.

Well, by now you miss me.
We talk for hours like we’re sixteen.
And slip better judgment back under the rug.
And by now we’re sharpening
our tongues and our dependency.
Well, if this is a clean break
nobody told me, no.

Where the fuck have you been?

no missed calls

decided to do my take on one of my favorite zara larsson songs. hope you fuck with it.

MNTHL

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