Pedro Manuel - think bout me.

I think I really need help I should call them
Who what we up?
I'm not tryna get out of bed
I wish I could get out my head woah
I don't wanna get hurt no more
All my feelings build weight get sore
And I really don't wanna be liked this
But I really really don't wanna, fuck
Oh my god I always mess up every time (every time every time)
No wonder you don't like me (you don't like me)
No wonder I don't like me (I don't like me)
Ask my mama ask my papa they don't know shit (don't know)
Oh my god where's the weed imma need a hit
Where the fuck is the weed? (need a hit need a hit need a hit need a hit need a hit)
I'm such a fuck up I won't take responsibility
I can't even tell you if that's really me
(you're such a fake asshole, bastard)
Red flags around me how can you not even see
I wonder if my parents gave up on me
I wonder if my ex still thinks bout me
I'm such a fuck up
I'm such a fuck up
I wonder if they still talk or think bout me (I don't think so)
Do you think about me?
Do you think bout me?
Do you think about me?
(I guess not)
How to not kill yourself in two steps I gotchu
First you gotta be a fuck up like me I gotta
Gotta find the other step if you gon get past first base
Never tell em' where you been or your worst place
Be a "gentlemen" and to fuck on the first date
If she don't slap you ask yours or my place
(what do you mean?)
Ask her if she gonna cuddle with you at night
Reassure you when you're insecure
We can be in bed whenever it feels right
Talk to me nice I'm not doing so well
I'd thought I'd be strong but but
Fuck
Yeah I did it again
I done fucked up myself
And I'm stuck in bed
Please, tell me that you want me now cuz I can't take it
Tell me that you need me please I can't take it
Tell me that I'm fine I'm fine I lost my patience
Call me your pretty little boy
Call me that handsome old man
I can be whoever you want
I'm such a fuck up I won't take responsibility
I can't even tell you if that's really me
(you're such a fake asshole, bastard)
Red flags around me how can you not even see
I wonder if my parents gave up on me
I wonder if my ex still thinks bout me
I'm such a fuck up
I'm such a fuck up
I wonder if they still talk or think bout me (I don't think so)
Do you think about me?
Do you think bout me?
Do you think about me?
(I guess not)
I'm such a fuck up I won't take responsibility
I can't even tell you if that's really me
(you're such a fake asshole, bastard)
Red flags around me how can you not even see
I wonder if my parents gave up on me
I wonder if my ex still thinks bout me
I'm such a fuck up
I'm such a fuck up
I wonder if they still talk or think bout me (I don't think so)
Do you think about me?
Do you think bout me?
Do you think about me?
(I guess not)
This guy has not even gotten past step two
This is literally the worst suicide hotline I've ever had
And I've only called once
Like seriously dude, are you even there?
Like should I kill myself or smoke this joint? Tell me

Written by:
pedro figueroa

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