Feel Good

I’ve got a quaint sense of evanescence
Mind is never present
He said my aura’s very pleasant
And that I’m a blessing
I said "Thanks, but maybe next time send it in a message
I don't like talking but I don't mind texting."
He said, “Bet.”
I think he's upset
Was it something I said?
He left me on read
Now I'm in my bed
And I'm staring at my bedroom wall
Or I'm hiding in a bathroom stall
You should keep your phone on you
In case I actually do call
But I never do
I always say I will
But I never do
I say I will but I don't
And you catch an attitude
Like, what is it with you?
I don't need you to feel good
But you don't think that's true