6:30, dinner with me. I can't cancel that again. 7:00, wrestle with my sel[f]-loathing... I'm booked! But if I bump the loathing to 9 I could still be done in time to lay in bed and... π€π π
πΆ One, two, three, they gonna run back to me βCause Iβm the best baby that they never gotta keep... Ex's and the oh, oh, oh's they haunt me.πΆ