I sent you a picture of me with no shirt on
Just underwear, me, and a mirror
But you haven't answered and every minute
That goes by I start to feel weirder

Starving for your attention
Are they not that impressive?
Does it make me look desperate?
Have I lost your affection?
Or did you lose reception?
Think I'm getting the message (you)

You used to lose your breath over me
Now I'm losing my mind
You used to get obsessed over me
Now I can't catch your eye

I figured a picture of me with no shirt on
Would remind you that I still existed
'Cause you used to love it, now you don't touch on it
And I used to be your addiction

But I'm a whore now for your attention
And it stings like a weapon
Does it make me look desperate?
Oh, baby, have I lost your affection?
Or did you lose reception?
Think I'm getting the message (you)

You used to lose your breath over me
Now I'm losing my mind
You used to get so obsessed over me
Now I can't catch your eye

Now you don't even try to pretend that it's fine
Would it kill you to lie and tell me something nice?
'Cause I held in my breath and I turned to the side
Hit that angle you liked

You used to lose your breath over me
Now I'm losing my mind
You used to get so obsessed over me
Now I can't catch your eye

When I sent you a picture of me with no shirt on
Just underwear, me, and a mirror