Draw You Inside My Book

I was telling her secrets I knew she wouldn’t keep

Quickly got in the habit of coming over every week

She would stare at my drawings, I would watch her eyes

Scrolling on her phone making fun of all the guys

She would talk with my parents while I wait outside

She was good at not caring, I was way too blind

I should’ve been focused, I think she said

I can see us still sitting on my bed

Ayy, time moves fast

But I still ask about your day

And draw you inside my book

We had this thing whenever we talked

If one of us blinked the other one knocked

Sh? would ask questions that I never thought about

I just wish th?re was someone I could talk with now

2 A.M. on school nights, wide awake

Still saying goodnight every time felt more painful

I’m tearing up drawings in my room

‘Cause half of this shit I made for you

‘Cause half of this shit I made for you

Time moves fast

But I still ask about your day

And draw you inside my book

When you bought me that switchblade, ayy

When I saw it was real

And you told me to trust you

And you taught me to feel