HARUKO HARUHARA WeevilDoing

One more try, one more try...
It's 3:30 in the morning, I'm sorry (I'm sorry)

You always want, the things you can't have
You look across the table and he's sitting like that
Hands in his lap, it's a look that drives you mad
But nothings gonna happen, until you swing the bat

Infatuation is a tricky rope to walk
You laugh at all his jokes, you smile when he talks
It's love all over again, butterflies 'n all
You've made it to the hight, now you're waiting for the fall

He doesn't like you, that isn't hard to get
But that doesn't stop the anger, doesn't stop the upset
Every inch of your body, is filling with regret
You wonder if it would've just been better left unsaid

You only with there was somebody to blame
Somebody to redirect, all this fucking shame
Maybe it's you, the person you became
Or maybe the outcome would've always been the same

I know the truth, I haven't grown up yet
And i haven't grown up yet, and he sees that, I bet
And I don't know if I need you or someone else to call mime
All I know is that I thought I had you this time