I know you'll be done with me Eventually I always lose my luster You deserve a love song But I'm way too anxious I'm too self centered And these days you look at me so much And I can't just let myself enjoy a fucking crush I say your eyes look sad You say they always have You say you hate your dead mom I say I hate my dad And we sleep like two kids who had it pretty bad So try for sweet dreams, baby And here's to gettin' sick of me I text your phone everyday But it's okay If you take a while to answer Cause experience shows The harder we go The sooner its over And these days You still look at me like she used to And I'm selfish Cause I wanna live In the honeymoon These days my eyes look sad Maybe they always have You say you hate your dead mom I say I hate my dad And we fuck like two kids who had it pretty bad So try for sweet dreams, Baby And here's to gettin' sick of me