I’m still not used 2 fixin’ time
an’ imposin’ ma own will
but i’m quick 2 grasp
an’ i feel like smilin’
though it’ll be cool
as 4 everythin’ else, it’s like copper ‘stead of gold
an’ I think u a quiet aware of it
question’s how’s it feel 2 live with it
question’s whether u regret
question’s how lon’ it’ll last
i let u breathe in ma feelings
I even let u drown in them
an’ I don’ need 2 know
what’s/who’s the next
‘cause it don’ mean a thin’
an’, once again, it’s copper ‘stead of gold
‘cause in the very end
it’ll be me 2 make her ‘ex’
an’ me again 2 fix the time 4 u 2 come