Kesha – Stephen lyrics

I liked ke$ha a lot more after hearing this, since I had my own stephen.
He was friends of my friends, at every party looking good and making everyone laugh. I had my eye on him for a while. The vibes were good. He gave me his number. We talked a bit then kissed a bit and everything was going according to plan, totally normal. He liked me and I liked him.
Then after about a month of that, he stopped texting me.
He stopped calling me.
He ignored me.
He was done. Out of nowhere, just like that. No explanation.
That lead me to a few weeks of trying to contact him, feeling like a pathetic loser every time he read what I wrote and decided not to say anything. Every text was more desperate than the last. Finally, I gave up.
I wasn't rejected often, and never in this fashion. It ate at my brain not knowing the reason why I wasn't good enough for him. Why he didn't want to tell me what was up. I would think up a million reasons for what it could be, knowing I could never find out the answer by myself. Any one of the flaws I found could have been the deal breaker.
Inevitably, I started seeing him around again. Every time I caught his eye my wounds were salted. He acted like I didn't exist, but still managed to keep a 50 foot distance from me at all times. It always reminded me to worry about how I looked and acted. I desperately wanted to change what it was he didn't like so I could get close to him again.
He came back to me a couple times to keep my hopes up. It always ended the way it did the first time. This made me feel like seeking out someone else was a bad option since he could come back again whenever he wanted. After about 6 months of him being the only boy in my life, I got creepy as f*k.
I started driving past his house at night looking for his car. Just to be close to him one more time. Just to know where he was. I was writing songs like "stephen" for him. I dedicated 50% of my mind capacity to daydreaming of what we should have been doing if he never hated me.
The worst part about it was he was just a stupid drunk loser. He always told the same old stories about what he did in high school. He experiences the same drunken bar night reminiscing on "the good times" with his bros five times a week. My problems didn't really have much to do with him, they were all with myself.
Standing back and looking at it, I was creepin' on a loser. But for a while, my world revolved around the drama that was my stephen.
I feel like a lot of girls probably have a stephen that they never tell anyone about. So thank you ke$ha for making me feel like less of a weirdo stalker and more of a normal girl.