We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers
Yeah living under that was hard, but I loved you harder
High school in Jakarta, an elaborate saga
I still hate you for making me wish I came out smarter
You love/hate your mother, so do I
Could've ended different, then again we went to high school in Jakarta
Got a group assignment, I'll be at Vall's place
You don't text at all and only call when you're off your face
I'm petty and say, "Call me when you're not unstable"
I lie and tell you I'll be getting drunk at Rachel's
I wasn't, She doesn't even drink
But I couldn't have you sit there and think
That you're better, cause you're older