1961-1

I see you pack your bags and walk out that door

Communication ain't overrated

That's how I'm feeling now

I feel like we just keep on clashing

Like a hit and run

I guess ain't no more explanation

I guess you're sick of mine yeah

I had my fair shares of trouble

I'm overthinking and fucking up

And you say things to keep me real small

Talking too loud

Wasting our love

I thought that I had figured it out

I thought that I was ready to go

Just tell me that you miss me now

Tell me that you miss me now

Just tell me that you miss me now

There's still holes from the tv in our room

Are you still watching all the shows that we used to?

I swear that convenience one is running

While I snooze

And Paul's still an asshole

He still makes me laugh though it's cool

Ain't nothing like being alone

So much empty space girl that was yours

But there really ain't nothing like sharing a home

With the one that you love

While you're playing your favorite songs