Verse 1Frames We nervous in person but we blurting on the Internet I try and flirt but she smirks and says that it wouldnt work I ask why she replies Lets be friends at best anything more would feel like incest. Yes, now we get to the heart of our problems I love her like no other she loves me like the sons of her father She like Frames dont bother, your persistence drives me farther How the Hell, could you not be into it Our conversations were intimate I loved you for your heart not your cake like Entenmann I knew you was lying bout that Clearblue incident Id minus that but you probably not even listening If I had to write how much you meant to me These sentences would be infinite But your feelings stay abivalent Then it turn to the insolence And Im always forgiving it What a brotherfucking cliche and coincidence Im sick of it But I stay running back to her iniquitous shit Sorry for the syllabus But you know my attentiveness is fucked up Hook Pikachu I aint want peeks at you I wanted to be with you So Im Hoping for a sequel Verse 2 Frames I tried to tell her she was beautiful But she cut me off, kept me trim like her hair, nails, and cuticles But that was the usual I was pushing for doable But she kept it mutual Then she tell me Her relationships were disputable That was fucking inexcusable So now I puff the pharmiceuticals While I write this musical Because its therapeutical Fin Hook Pikachu I aint want peeks at you I wanted to be with you So Im Hoping for a sequel
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