A globe, a map, a world so wide—
why can’t you stay and sit by my side?
Maybe take a seat, let's talk what's true,
the pieces we’ve lost, the things we're due.

Just stay a while, I’ll help you heal,
promise to show you something real.
But we split paths—your crew, your code,
said love's not part of the street you rode.

You picked your side—cigarettes and pride,
but I swore I'd never make you cry inside.
now your depressed i can see it by the way your dressed you chose the wrong girl now look whos so stressed