Guess im an asshole after all

I used to be a sweet heart
I used to be all right
I tell myself I love you
But I'm creeping every night

When I met you at the party
And I told you you were pretty
I was honestly just trying to score

But you made me wait a week
Just to kiss you on the cheek
Now it's breaking my heart to break yours

I said I love you in the summer
But will I love you in the fall?
I thought I wasn't like the others
Guess I'm an asshole after all
Come September I'll be gone, gone, gone

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