Letras
You look the same
As the first day I met you
I can't complain
Even though I would like to
Still not a fan
Of your habits or friend group
But that's none of my
Concerned that I called you
When I was going through
My ebbs and my flows
Oh heaven knows
What it's like to be stable
Clearly unable
To be on my own
Oh heaven knows
Shopping for reasons
To not feel you breathing
On my collarbone
Oh heaven knows
That it gets dark at four now
My cabinet's poured out
I wait for the snow
Oh heaven knows
I'm watching a movie
I don't like the ending
Let's get to the good part
I'm tired of pretending
You look the same
As the first day I met you
I can't complain
No one listens anyways
Let's get to the good part
I'm tired of pretending
I'm tired of pretending