Frames Mendoza - Channel Orange lyrics

What is love? Isn't that how these poems start No need, see Im knee-deep in explanations, better yet exaggerations Of the truth, if thats what you want to call it Your the booze, I'm an alcholic Your the muse, of all my heartfelt sonnets I wish I could rip out my heart, here you want it It was yours to begin with What am I saying, I want to say so bad " I'm just playing" But we both know I'm not No one has ever made me feel this way I want it to stop Do I? See, I already know the truth when you lie I'm just too much of a friend To slap you shouting, " when will they end?" You lie to me You know what you do inside of me, and you play with it Up go my hopes, and my expectations " We're too close, we'll never make it." Then why would you say those things, and back you take it Again and again I stay I'm the friend you come to I don't know, after all of this I'd rather be the dick you come on Harsh right, this is what I preach without the rhymes And have thrown away about a thousand times "I've still got one bullet left in this nine." Loving you was my love crime Im over it I was emotional, bliss While you were emotionless, sh** I'll go back to being the funny guy Joking and laughin I bet your mad because Too bad that never happened