Heartbeat

[Verse 1] I don't wanna die in a twin bed... Surrounded by Mountain Dew, half-written songs, and Gen Ed I'm here cause I ran out of the first one, wanted inspiration for the second, and the third one... I'm kinda tryina' ignore Though Sociology is probably why they're staring at me in this store But the only opinion that matters is yours You're my inspiration, at least in aisle four For real, by the time you pick out your Pringles, I'll have a whole album for you, plus singles It's no surprise I'm single I do too much, too soon, and think every girl's a blue moon I was with one once, but it was doomed I suppose, truth is, I'm still using a broom Sweeping up the pieces of my heart I see a dustpan in your cart, as I try not to swoon [Hook: Melvin Burch & Hashim] 1, 3; you're messing with my heartbeat 2, 4; please don't start me You could be everything I want, but I don't wanna mess it all up [Verse 2] Alright; here's another scene Sunny day, on a walk; feeling serene And with each step, I gotta smile at myself Cause I've made it this far, and I still have health Still have breath in my lungs Despite this race-paced life that I run But all of a sudden, this girl passes, time goes molasses, and just like that, breath is absent Cause she took it; right in front of my glasses The fastest, her hair is fantastic And I'm a little tortoise hiding in a big shell The trophy is her heart, and I know I can't have it Not here in this home of a dome And by the time I gather myself, she'll be gone I probably sound as annoying as this beat, but... It's the beat of my heart, I gotta keep up [Hook] [Aside] Now, about two or three years ago, I'd probably use a part like this to list as many of the crushes that I'd had in my life as I could before the 3rd verse dropped. I mean... That still sounds like it'd be fun, but I'm smarter than that now, I don't want the lawsuits, and I'm sure if I said [redacted] name again, [redacted] would kill me Aight [Verse 3] If I had a penny for every crush I've ever had... I'd probably have around a buck-84 Maybe more; re-evaluate worth I'm only as broke as the attention you pay me Poor? Am I worth your time? Worth your mind? I kinda think your bf's swag is worse than mine But then again, swag is word for guys like your boyfriend, I'm more Timmy Turner Why? Cause I wish and wish, but I can't break the rules You're the Trixie chick, if she wasn't fake or cruel And I'm stuck because you're already taken, and there's no making true love out of something vacant So I have to face it, I'm a fool Possessed by passion, sunglasses made of wool If I lie to myself, it's still sunny inside And maybe you could still want me in time [Hook]