[Verse 1: Intuition]
She said fuck you
And the high horse you rode in on
It's been a blind course of divorce since you been gone
I'm staying busy, but I barely keep my skin on
It's just another test that at best keeps my chin strong
Lightheaded, eyes bright red
And I'm just trying to find a little slice of heaven I can tread in
She said I try to stop the drops, my eyes are sheddin'
But I can't seem to shake your sour scent from my beddin'
And my advice was bad to offer her
I said that could be fixed with a little fabric softener
Already took our pictures down at magic markered her
I swear to god, the end was almost bad as the start with her
Well, look what the kitty dragged in
With a shitty sad grin, stressed, pretty bad skin
Nit picky, skinny titties sagged thin
With like fifty nifty reasons I should shimmy back in

[Chorus]
Should I really, really
Or would I be silly
To continue concealing this feelings that I be feeling

[Verse 2: VerBS]
My man Evan Walker made you look serene
These shrooms made your eyes bloom into roses
Plumage that's gold and rays in a beam
But these aren't the same views when I'm sober
And being ourselves is hella difficult
When we party religiously like it's a cult
The real you I wanna get to know
The real me I wanna get to show
But I hide behind my drunkenness like it's a cloak
And you do the same
And when it provokes thoughts
I'm wondering if Mrs. Night Fun is the right one
Shit I hope
But you know the game
And I smile like light shows
And when she smile bright light shows
Man I know this dame, trying to commit a n***a
But I ain't really sure
'Cause she ain't really pure
Trying to lock me down every time I hit the door
[Chorus]
Should I really, really
Or would I be silly
To continue concealing this feelings that I be feeling