Quarry

I miss sad taste after letting all the flexing in me I'll take a break from your spam Fact is: my face; ain't it something that you won't punch in me? Can't let you mess with my plans We want a break from you You're such a narcissist, ugh I cannot hear myself think You wanna call a truce? You're deep in car payments, ah Maybe I could get you paid? I miss you babe But you'd never ever dream that I'd take one-point-five years to say "Hi" Sadness, your face, blaming everybody else when I'm late That's just the tale of my life You wanna follow through? You take eight days to reply I'm filling up on myself Don't wanna talk this through You're making credits online But say you're living in hell? Well... Pick apart the pieces of your heart Pickin' out a rich boy, that's a start Didn't get the good genes, but I'm tall Tall enough to see you when you fall