Tekst
Shoulda seen it coming
Like a bullet from a gun and
I've been angled from your bed and
Cast away
Can I call you?
Next time I'm unbecoming
Next time I can't stop wondering
In wordplay
I used to spin yarn that would turn their heads
I was an inspired fabulist
But I unspooled too far and lost the thread
I wish you had me before I went bad
I could have predicted
By now it all feels scripted
I'm the spoiled milk that spilt and was swept away
Can I call you?
Next time I'm unbecoming
Next time I can't stop wondering in wordplay
I used to spin yarn that would leave them dead
I was an inspired fabulist
But I unspooled so long there's nothing left
I wish you had me before I went bad
I wish you had me before I went bad
I wish you had me before I went bad