Yeah, I’m down like that,
3AM, missed call, I still dial back.
Heard you out here smiling, I ain’t smiled yet—
Heart cold, but the memory still loud, yeah.
Tried to drown the pain in the poland spring,
But every drop still taste like your lip-gloss sting.
I don’t pray, but I kneel where your jeans used to lay,
Talking to the dark like you never left the hallway.
If love’s a game, I’m 0-2, still throwing alley-oops to a ghost in my room.