Untitled - Tyla

If you really loved me

Like you say you do

You wouldn’t put me through

Half the things like you do

Sometimes you make me feel like there

Is nothing else

Then you leave me in this cold place

Looking for help

It used to be free

But the price went up, like everything else

I have nothing left to sell

In the boot sale in hell

When I lost my address book

I also lost my friends

But I know you’ll always want me

If I ever make it again.

But as fornow

I’m content with my stories, and my memory

Serves me well, there’s a distant face

Lives in Camden, says to drip by

I might as well.

I have nothing more

Left to say

I’ll just curl up in my memories

And quietly fade away