You're chatting to me, like we connect

But I don't even know if we're still friends

It's so confusing,

Understanding you is making me not want to do

And things that I know I should do

But I trip fast and then I lose

And I hate looking like a fool

I just want your kiss boy

No estoy un poco mayorcito ya para estas cosas?

Cada vez pienso más en dejarlo todo e irme lejos.