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On My Own

Ayesha Erotica

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Twenty minutes, and I'm waiting for a callback
Hope you'll hit me with the: Let's hang out again
Everybody's telling me that I should fall back
But I don't care, see, I've got all this time to spend

On you, see, forever I could lay here
Legs intertwined, leaving you is my worst fear
I play pretend that one day you could finally love me
And in the morning, you won't grab your coat and disappear

Be my man, no more one-night stands
Sick of waiting, so I told you what I thought
And then you burned me, baby, said we'd never be more than this
You left me crying, orange bottle in my hand

And then the same old feeling that I'll never own up to shit
Whatever, I mean, now we're not forever
Doesn't mean that I won't think about you every time I want to die
I bit the apple and it bit me in my ass

This is my last time visiting the garden
I'm going home, I'm going home on my own
Two am, scrolling through your old DMs
Half of me's fine, half broken again

Told my friends I'm done, but I still descend
Right back to your page just to play pretend
Your scent still clings to my pillowcase
Hate how your ghost won't leave this place
Write your name down, then erase
Guess I'm stuck in the same

Be my man, no more one-night stands
Sick of waiting, so I told you what I thought
And then you burned me, baby, said we'd never be more than this
You left me crying, orange bottle in my hand

And then the same old feeling that I'll never own up to shit
Whatever, I mean, now we're not forever
Doesn't mean that I won't think about you every time I want to die
I bit the apple and it bit me in my ass

This is my last time visiting the garden
I'm going home, I'm going home on my own

So here's to the texts I shouldn't send
To loving too hard, to the bitter end
You were my high, my hell, my home
Now I'm learning how to be alone

Sick of waiting, so I told you what I thought
And then you burned me, baby, said we'd never be more than this
You left me crying, orange bottle in my hand

And then the same old feeling that I'll never own up to shit
Whatever, I mean, now we're not forever
Doesn't mean that I won't think about you every time I want to die
I bit the apple and it bit me in my ass

This is my last time visiting the garden
I'm going home, I'm going home on my own

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