moments of weakness - desparate times called, they said they want their measures back

Born under punches, but still bite the hand that feeds
Fuck dealing with problems, i'll just smoke some weed
Just pass the time so i don't cry
Pretending that i'll be fine
Desperate times called, they said they want their measures back
And i know that there's still things that i lack
Like how i'm such a bore, not adored
I don't care anymore
And i need you here
Very near and dear to my soul
All i know is i think i'm losing control
Wait just a second, why am i so hard to choose
Missing your warmth and all those damn things you do
Please text me back or i might crack
But it's never easy like that
Like that
Desperate times called, they said they want their measures back
And i know that there's still things that i lack
Like how i'm such a bore, not adored
I don't care anymore
And i need you here
Very near and dear to my soul
All i know is i think i'm losing control

Written by:
jasper heart

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