Verse
I’m trippin off this fourth glass of..
Whatever, just know I’m not sober
I’m getting the spins tryin to push my luck
I can’t believe this is really over
Scrolling through my texts, a new message
It say’s “don’t call me baby, you ruined something so pure and so genuine”
There I go being that guy again
What would it take for…
She cut me off; I guess she’s had enough
She shoves my face away
Fighting tears as she bites her lips
I’m left speechless
She says I’m not even man enough
I walk away..
Closure…
Chorus
Closure
Its close enough..