Missing poster in my head, but nobody fits the description
I’m just taking what i can get, the closest thing to her is fiction
I tend to make people upset, whenever i make a decision
Only girl that i wanted just left, we didn’t start before we finished
(aye)
This could work out, i really think this could work out
I don’t think that my vision’s blurred now, i want you, please pull your miniskirt down (*female moan*)
I don’t think this’ll work out
Really we shouldn’t be doing this sh#t that you know that we shouldn’t be doing
How many times will we f#ck just to prove that if we continue thеre will be no improvemеnt?
How many times will i ask you to leave? how many times are you gonna come back?
How do you feel putting back on your jeans? next time i call you just think about that
Listen, i’m trying to protect you from me, i don’t want you to fall into the trap
I’m chasing a girl that you never will be, and probably one that i never will have
Missing poster in my head, but nobody fits the description
I’m just taking what i can get, the closest thing to her is fiction
I tend to make people upset, whenever i make a decision
Only girl that i wanted just left, we didn’t start before we finished
(aye)
How many times will he ask me to leave?
How many times am i gonna go back?
When i do i never get what i need
He only cares about me when i’m on my back
Legs pressed, right against chest
While his face sweats, and it’s great sex
And it makes sense
Or it seems to, but always ends in a train wreck
The spark flies, and the spark dies
When i wanna stay, he wants me to go
Tryna cuddle, he rather be alone
Cuz your cool but…
He’s not the boy that he feels like
Tryna cut him out, but i’m too involved
I tell myself don’t pick up the phone, but if i didn’t then who would call?
{chorus} x2
Missing poster in my head, but nobody fits the description
I’m just taking what i can get, the closest thing to her is fiction
I tend to make people upset, whenever i make a decision
Only girl that i wanted just left, we didn’t start before we finished
(aye)
(ayee)
(ouu, ouu, ouu)
(phone call)
And uhh, uhh yeah, i mean i’m-
Yeah i mean i thin- i think about you like a lot
So like that i can finally call you every day
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