Five-Year Plan

You've got no time to make for me you cut me off clean, left a constant sting the secrets you kept closer to your chest made me lonely like 2017 Standing in your front room again oh it went straight to my, to my head Drunk and talking about how you're sad and how I came with a five-year plan but it wasn't true, kissing until noon and "I am you with the red" Standing on your tiled floor again it went straight to my head, to my head (to my head) Love, to you, is jumping in a void right person at the wrong time something recoiled and I don't know why But it was too much but it was too much but it was too much but it was too much but it was too much but I was too much too much