420 No Scope

I'll admit that I am jealous when you sip your wine
Because your lips are pressed against your glass
Instead of pressed against mine
And it wouldn't hurt so bad if you would just text me back
But I guess we'll never talk again

And things got so busy when I went off to college
When I was living in my best friends' apartment
And you stopped trying to make time for me
Like you did when we were 17
And I always feel like shit
I'm sorry for this

Punch me in the face
Knock the thoughts of you out of my brain
Kick me in the teeth
So that I can stop complaining

Insane
Stupid things

And things got so busy when I went off to college
When I was living in my best friends' apartment
And you stopped trying to make time for me
Like you did when we were 17
And I always feel like shit
I'm sorry for this