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