Dont put this note by your face on the pillow
Dont put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools
I pray you always need them
Throwing advice like grenades at the table
Youre spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel
Grow a fucking heart love
I know what you have done
I know what you have done
I ve got your number
I've got your number
I've got your number
You ve got my number