Just Attention / Patterns

Fuck you if you're the girl back home he's waiting on

Fuck whatever magic you possess

Fuck the way that I've got no idea what you look like

But I know your worst is better than my best

And fuck the way that he'll go home and he'll play the saint

And you won't ever hear about the girl from out of state

And fuck the way that it ends up being you that I hate instead of him

Fuck the way he claims this isn't about me

Fuck the fact that he said it when he was drunk

And fuck the way that it's still disappointing

When sexual attraction doesn't turn into like

And like doesn't turn into love

And fuck the way that I'm still going to get on a plane

To go and visit that boy in another state

And fuck the way that it ends up being me that I hate instead of him

'Cause we weren't even dating, and

Neither were they

So even if I wanted to

What could I say?

Oh, 'cause it's partially my fault

For assuming I meant more to him, and I'll

Take some of the blame because

I accepted the love he was willing to give

But that wasn't really love at all

Just attention

Fuck the way this airline won't exchange or refund my ticket

Fuck the fact that self respect means staying home

And fuck the way that he gets to play the game

And ends up happy, while I lose two hundred dollars

And I end up alone

And fuck the way that dignity hurts so bad

And that I have to lose something I never even had

And fuck the way it's the situation that I hate instead of him

He was planning to forget me while I was planning how to stay

He got drunk on distance, 'cause distance made things feel safe

I was just some silly girl, I meant nothing to him

Convenience was the catalyst and he swears to her

It'll never happen again

'Cause after all we were just friends

No, we weren't even dating, and

Neither were they

So even if I wanted to

What could I say?

Oh, 'cause it's partially my fault

For assuming I meant more to him, and I'll

Take some of the blame because

I accepted the love he was willing to give

But that wasn't really love at all

Just attention

Fuck the way that it took me writing this song

To figure it out it was him I should've hated

All along

I am good at noticing patterns

I have been hurt before

I tend to be overly cautious

Because people want me and then they get bored

So I build walls

Instead of bridges

I learn to protect myself

Because every time I love someone

They always lose interest

And find it in someone else

So I am good at noticing patterns

That's why I'm good at noticing patterns