Isabela Larosa - Don't Make Them Like Me

Thought it was enough, thought
I'd close the door
But you left some windows open, you
You might call it love
Something in your cup
It's not as intoxicated
Had to tell me you found somebody new
But the pictures are down when she's in your room
When you
Kiss her, kiss her softly
Searching down her body
Boy, don't waste your time