{Verse 1:Frames}
We nervous in person but we blurting on the Internet
I try and flirt but she smirks and says that it wouldn't work
I ask why she replies "Lets be friends at best anything more would feel like incest."
Yes, now we get to the heart of our problems
I love her like no other she loves me like the sons of her father
She like "Frames don't bother, your persistence drives me farther
How the
Hell, could you not be into it
Our conversations were intimate
I loved you for your heart not your cake like Entenmann
I knew you was lying bout that Clearblue incident
I'd minus that but you probably not even listening
If I had to write how much you meant to me
These sentences would be infinite
But your feelings stay abivalent
Then it turn to the insolence
And I'm always forgiving it
What a brotherf**ing cliche and coincidence
I'm sick of it
But I stay running back to her iniquitous sh**
Sorry for the syllabus
But you know my attentiveness is f**ed up
Hook:
Pikachu
I ain't want peeks at you
I wanted to be with you
So I'm
Hoping for a sequel
{Verse 2: Frames}
I tried to tell her she was beautiful
But she cut me off, kept me trim like her hair, nails, and cuticles
But that was the usual
I was pushing for do-able
But she kept it mutual
Then she tell me
Her relationships were disputable
That was f**ing inexcusable
So now I puff the pharmiceuticals
While I write this musical
Because it's therapeutical
Fin
Hook:
Pikachu
I ain't want peeks at you
I wanted to be with you
So I'm
Hoping for a sequel