Quick Notes (Ignore this)

I'm not the kinda girl that you talk to baby
And I'm not the kind of girl that you walk home, Maybe
If I do my hair, Change what I wear
I can be
What you need

If I took every sad song I wrote and sung it to you
It wouldn't mean a thing
You wouldn't know what to do
Cus you can't hear me
Yeah you're never listening to me

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He talks to her because she reminds him of
Someone he once knew
And he misses everything
The only thing
She can bring
Is a place to go to sleep
And forget about it