So ComplicatedMature


Call me a bitch
Call me rude
But whatever you call me
Call me soon

Tell me I'm ugly
Tell me I look like Bruce 
But whatever you tell me
Call me soon

So lecture me on the chemistry of you and me 
That your intelligent (O) wasn't made for my (Fr) energy 
And as you rattle on
About how ' it's not me , it you'
I'm writing in my notebook
Staring at the alcohol
Of your eyes
So dark and Lunar 
" Baby, why didn't you Call Me Sooner?"

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