It's the first Sunday
one month before may
as i sit here and cry
thinking of how you could lie
you says it's not true
i wonder why i don't believe you
wait, because i know it is
how many did you smoke
only one
i hope you had fun
1,2,3 or was it 4
have fun smoke a few more
i don't see why you'd lie
make me cry
it's not like i would've been mad
you know i love you
and you know it's true
so this is how i leave it
as i cry with my eyes lit
on the first Sunday
one month before may
** this is to my bf who keeps lieing to me about stupid sh*t thinking I'll get mad when i won't ***
