𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 ✧ 𝐝.𝐭.

why II ; ethan dolan

[ read part one before reading this ]

ethan

i walk up the stairs and drop my bag on the floor.

i unzip my bag and pull out my notebook.

i walk over to my desk and write every lyric i've thought of today.

i know a girl, she's like a curse

she really is.

hell, i wouldn't be writing this because of her.

she got me into writing songs.

we want each other, no one will break first

i told her i liked her back in 8th grade.

she shrugged it off and said "of course you like me! you're my best friend!"

when that happened, my heart shattered.

i thought she could've liked me back.

i guess i was wrong.

she only liked me as a friend.

so many nights, tryna find someone new

i would go to a couple of parties to meet new people.

i hooked up with girls, but they meant nothing to me.

i only knew she was the one for me.

no one can replace her.

they don't mean nothing compared to her and i know,

when people ask about us, now we just brush it off

her mom asked about us.

"why don't you two date already?"

even random people ask us.

"are you two dating?"

"you two are so cute!"

"goals!"

"are you gonna ask her out to prom?"

the answer would always be a "no".