May (feat. Mileena)

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Good job, Curtis!

Been a minute since we kicked it
Apologize for my reaction, feelings got conflicted
Now you're stealing looks from men and say you feel restricted
I can't blame you, but I'm bummed
In my room, I'm feeling numb
After smashing it got awkward
Avoiding eye contact, never going by your locker
'Cause you don't give a shit, so I guess neither do I
You really love assholes don't you? I know I'm not your guy
Let's quit this high school shit
We can dine with some wine, would be nice I admit
Maybe draw some pretty flowers and knit a neat fit
At the end of the night, you could show me your um (heart)
And we could love 'til the sun comes up
Forget about the times that we both fucked up
Bad at apologies but this song sums up
My passive aggressive sorry, 'fore my fuckin' time runs up

I don't know why we insist on playing these games
'Cause you know we're always making the same damn mistakes
Trip and fall and gettin' back up
But for you I got a soft spot
So maybe, maybe
You're kinda lame, it ain't gonna happen
But baby what I'm lookin' for, you happen to have it
You be like the dopamine making me feel good
But we might be rushing I can't bare to look
But you're fine, but we be fucked up
So don't come here and give me some love
Oh shit, you might be the one
Oh well, I guess we'll find out

Just let me go, oh-oh-oh-oh
Don't know how to let you know
Don't know how to let you know
Just let me go, oh-oh-oh-ohh
Don't know how to let you know
Don't know how to let you know