Old School Drama

I’ll try not to hate that south-american girl
To leave the most beautiful flowers at her grave
I’ll try to act as if I don’t love you
I’ll do it so good you won’t even catch a proof

It’s been the same shit since 2016
Whenever she appears, there’s no more you and me

But I’m done
I’m tired
Of this old school drama

Get drunk
Get high
I’m not your fucking mama

It’s real, I feel
That I’m losing my best friend

I’ll try not to sing the songs I wrote for you
The ones you didn’t hear even thought you said “so cool!”
I’ll try to find you a better substitute
I miss my real mate, I miss the old dude

I’ve felt the same way since I said “I’m gay”
Every time I make a friend, I fall in love again, but now

But I’m done
I’m tired
Of this old school drama

Get drunk (like you always do)
Get high (if that’s what you want)
I’m not your fucking mama