Sorry for asking you to love me more
Guess I’ve become the burden I was so fearful of before
Never asking you to make me frozen mac n’ cheese
Never asking to sleep in your bed unless you begged me “please”
Sorry for writing all those love songs for you
Is that suffocating to you too?
Guess I’ll throw out my valentine’s if that’s the only thing to do
You’ll fish out the one’s you like
But I bet my words would be misconstrued
Sorry we couldn’t work it out, and I couldn’t help to want you
Sorry you were cozy in a place of not wanting me too
What else am I to do?