We've been talking for five months and I don't know your middle nameWe're not together but if you talk to someone else that's kind of a shameYou left a voice note that was eleven minutes, deep and trueI really thought that this was finally going somewhere newThen you liked my pic and disappeared for a week, cool, cool, coolThe talking stageThe longest unpaid internship that I have ever madeThe talking stageNo title, no benefits, no idea if I'm getting playedWe act like we're married when we're texting after twoWe plan a whole vacation then we never follow throughI met your friends, your mom, your dog, your ex by accidentBut ask me what we are and suddenly the signal isn't sentThe talking stageThe longest unpaid internship that I have ever madeMaybe this is it, maybe this one's gonna last, maybe this is fateHe said he's not ready for a label, on our forty-second dateWe're not together. We're just emotionally married. It's fine
