Writing songs in my bedroom
About how I always miss you
Even though you just left
Even though I'm not the best

Can I still call when I get drunk?
Can I still pretend that we are going to Nepal?

On some airline I'll bring the booze
So I can finally lose myself in you

Cigarettes and self loathing have replaced the love I held
Deep and dark in my heart are the things I've always felt
God I used to be so scared, so scared to say how I've been
Truth and honesty synonymous with liars and sin

Can we still talk about the good times?
Can I still see you when you go back to school?
Because I can't even move my legs unless I'm walking towards you

When he kisses you do you feel that love buried in your stomach?
Between your intestines, and the liver you've demolished
Now I'm immune to the alcohol which means I'll never make you laugh
My self deprecating humor was only funny then

When you go out with your friends do you think of those weekends?
And all the dreams of the time we never spent alone
I drove for fucking hours to see you but we had nothing to do (nothing to say)
We forgot all of those feelings we made so long ago

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