you’ve stopped responding to my texts
and now i’m wondering, if maybe
you’ve finally gotten bored of me.
i can’t blame you, cause if i were you
i would’ve gotten bored as hell too.
i don’t really change like i should,
i’m a moth to a flame.
moving and free, but hostage to my own vices.
i am a remix of the same problems,
over and over again.
so i don’t blame you,
but it’d be nice if you let me know
before you just stop replying.