Think About Me
St. Louis Union Lyrics

Pluck me out, like you plucked your eyebrows out
You discarded me as easily as you shape your eyebrows, showing no regard for my feelings.

Took advantage of my kindness, what is that about
You exploited my generosity, leaving me wondering about your motives.

I gave them, so many chances, but how did
I afforded numerous opportunities to others, but how did I allow you to take advantage of me?

I let you get away with it, let's go with it, ya
I allowed you to escape the consequences, going along with the situation despite knowing better.

Lost, in the sauce, they acting so fucking sus
Confused in the chaos, they behave suspiciously and untrustworthily.

All that time is lost, all the memories and us
All the time we shared together is now wasted, and the memories of our relationship hold no value.

Miss me with the Hennessy, Mrs didn't wanna see
Don't bother involving me in your alcohol-filled escapades, as the woman I used to know has no interest in witnessing it.

Me, with another she, me with another she
I find myself in the company of another woman, replacing you in my life.

Foot on me, remember when you took a photo with me
You stepped on me, recalling the times when you posed for pictures with me.

Had a streak with me, then you turned up strict on me
We had a good flow of connection, but suddenly you became overly demanding and rigid towards me.

Sweet Queen, that I used to know, thought you were the one
You were once a kind and loving person, and I believed you were my perfect match.

But you were the one, walked away, go and run
It turns out you were the one who decided to leave and run away from our relationship.

When you're all alone (Do you think about me)
During your solitary moments, do thoughts of me ever cross your mind?

Why you never by the phone (Do you think about me)
Why aren't you ever near your phone? Is it because you don't think about me?

You know my love is strong (Do you think about me)
You're aware of the depth of my love for you. Do you ever think about that?

Never meant to do you wrong (Do you ever think about me)
I never intended to harm you. Have you ever considered that?

I know I'm running outta time
I'm aware that time is slipping away.

But you always on my mind
Despite the limited time, you consistently occupy my thoughts.

Dam you so fine
You are incredibly attractive.

Why you don't wanna be mine
I wonder why you don't want to be in a relationship with me.

Do you think about me (how)
In what way do you think about me?

Hurt me to the core, I don't want you anymore
You deeply wounded me, and now I no longer desire to be with you.

Fucked me mentally, made me become emotional
You psychologically harmed me, causing me to become overwhelmed with emotions.

Couple months ago, I'd say, wasn't possible
A few months ago, I would have claimed that our separation was unlikely.

But, anything is possible, ain't impossible
However, as I reflect, I realize that anything can happen, and nothing is truly impossible.

When I used to see you every day, I wanted to stay
In the past, when I had the opportunity to see you daily, I longed for our relationship to endure.

Now, when I hear your name, bad memories go away
Nowadays, hearing your name actually brings relief, as it helps me forget the negative experiences associated with you.

Imma run away, Imma, Imma, run a mile away
I will choose to escape, fleeing as far as a mile to avoid any encounter with you.

Just in case, if I hear your name, no no, not today
As a precaution, I refuse to entertain the thought of hearing your name today, or any day for that matter.

Sometimes, you gotta do the chasing to be chased
Occasionally, you have to pursue others if you want them to reciprocate and chase after you.

Put a smile on me when I used to see your face
Seeing your face used to bring me joy and happiness.

But, I cannot erase, that shit is permanent
However, I cannot erase the lasting impact of our past experiences and the damage caused.

Almost like a tattoo on my heart, Issa permanent
It feels as though the memories are permanently etched onto my heart, reminiscent of a tattoo.

Telling her, this is my way, listen my way
Asserting to her that this is how I want things to be, urging her to listen to my desires.

She telling me, get out of my way, get out of my way
In response, she tells me to move aside, to no longer impede her path.