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(Yeah, it's not easy for me, no) (you've got me thinking about it, thinking about it again)

All this playing around, baby, it's got me thinking (oh-oh)
A like on my photo, what does that tell me?
I'm still in the loop, I see her brand new on the screen
She's not responding to the DM, but my eyesight isn't failing me

You're so shiny it blinds me with the spotlight
And I was thinking again about lessening her fear, she's different now, she's always changing
Like a glitch But that flow tells me: Tactile, hit me, bitch

And me, on fire, I'm scared, but I accelerate
I know horoscopes don't matter
But I want from you
Something more than the adrenaline rush of a night on repeat
Don't let it come easy this time
Give me an elite love

If this Airplane Mode in my mind doesn't turn off
It's because the memory of your depravity doesn't get drunk
Give me a break from my 19 summers of failure
Just imagine: My hoodie and your name in a tattoo on the spot

If I give you the map of my heart
(My heart!)
I only ask one thing: That you are not the passenger on the bus
Take care of it every day
Until we are ash
There are things I didn't tell you because words overwhelm me

You tell me to touch it, to stick to it
And don't leave here
And I was thinking about touching your wound so you'd trust me
(Trust)
It's not a party, it's not a club
This is another dimension
If I look you in the eyes, caution no longer exists

I liked you yesterday and today, and it's not because of the clock, your shine vibe made me forget the mistake
To believe in people, in what is temporary
In brief
I dare to be with you
So that my soul may rise

I know you have more pieces on that board, huh
But my intentions can't be bought with money
I just want to see you at the table, at Christmas, you and me, no suitors, just reality

I don't want to keep turning around waiting for you to make up your mind anymore
I want to be your hobby, the reason for your smiles

If this Airplane Mode in my mind doesn't turn off
(It won't turn off, no!)
It's because the memory of your depravity doesn't get drunk
(Easy!)
Give me a break from my 19 summers of failure
Just imagine: My hoodie and your name in a tattoo on the spot

If I give you the map of my heart
(My heart, ah-ah)
I only ask one thing: That you are not the passenger on the bus
(No no)
Take care of it every day
Until we are ashes
There are things I didn't tell you because words overwhelm me

The word is overwhelming me, how do I pretend it's not easy for me, right?
Baby, take a chance, just one like, and it turns on, this airplane mode