Losing Face

First and foremost

Let it be said my dear

I was gonna wait for you

So this is not an act of spite

It's a visceral coming too

She wrote an album

And that’s something that I can’t do

What I can do is spit the truth

And it all leads back to you

Secondly, I know I haven't written much

You know the way I can be

Tonight I'm fucking drunk

So it's all gonna be about me

Take a seat, pull up a chair

Give me one beat to fill my glass

I've lost a piece of me in you

But you've lost all your past

Is he better than me?

Has he seen more to this life?

Can he smoke more? Can he fuck more?

Are you good enough to be his wife?

Can he break me? Can he break you?

Oh, I don’t know what I’m to do

Yes, I don’t know what I’ll fucking do

I've seen our café of clocked-out plans

All what could have been

If you didn’t go and fall in love

And ruin everything

I've seen him

I've been him

I've felt the same way

But now I break against the dirt

Along with our cafés

Is he better than me?

Has he seen more to this life?

Can he smoke more? Can he fuck more?

Are you good enough to be his wife?

Can he break me? Can he break you?

Well, I don’t know what I’m to do

Yes I don’t know what I’ll fucking do

I've lost all meaning

I've lost my sense of hope

I've seen him going out with you

I've seen what he can do

So touch him

And break me

Strip naked

Embrace him

Lose faith in

His pace, his

Stamina and grace

I’m losing face

I’m losing face

I’m losing

I don't care, I want you here

As long as you're happy, I don't care