Lyrics: James Beight
Music: James Beight
Scoob thank you so much thank you so much for the uh
I still think that I see your face
Like everywhere I go
I can’t get that shit out of my head
And there’s words stuck in my throat
And I wanna say it all but I just don’t know
If you feel what I feel
Then it’s time to let me know
If you don’t feel shit
Then you gotta let me go
If you feel what I feel feel feel
If you don’t feel shit go go go
I still think that I see your face
In all the weirdest places
I try so hard not to erase
All of the flics we’ve taken
And I still picture you naked
When I’m alone in my room
I just don’t know what to do
I think I’m breaking into pieces
I can’t feel anything
I lost track of the meaning
I didn’t mean it when I said what I said
She’s better off alone and I’m better off dead
I’m better off but I won’t admit it
Saying shit so crazy
I think I should get committed
And every wound is self inflicted
When you see it do you miss it
When I see you with that lipstick on
I really miss your kisses
I think I’m breaking into pieces
I can’t feel anything
I lost track of the meaning
I didn’t mean it when I said what I said
She’s better off alone and I’m better off dead
this prostitute rolled up to me and she's like hey baby you want anything and I'm like not interested
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I think I’m breaking into pieces
I can’t feel anything
I lost track of the meaning
I didn’t mean it when I said what I said
She’s better off alone