Just Attention / patterns Leanna Firestone

Fuck you if you’re the girl back home he’s waiting on
Fuck whatever magic you possess
And 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 gonna 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 accept the love he was willing to give
But that wasn't really love at all, just attention