I Think I Love You (Waxahatchee)

It's late We are not awake And I smashed my phone I am learning how to be alone Resoundingly unpretty girl stares back at me And I become what everyone's harboring from And is it your fault? No I think it's my fault We digress You're inhaling smoke, emotionless Somewhere on a map Unaware that I am falling flat And you will hurt me And I deserve it It's late You are not awake And it's nothing I want you so bad it's devouring me And I think I love you But you'll never find out