Fuck these, fuck these, fuck these, fuck these memories
Fuck the memories, said fuck it I'm tired
Fuck the memories, I'm done and tired
Fuck these memories, I'm dying and I'm tired
Fuck it then I'm dying and I'm tired
Fuck it then I'm dying, we're dying
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you I'm dying
I can't really tell you ill call you
I'm still trying to heal from the fact that you lied to me
I can't help but tell you what you mean to me
I can't help but tell you what you mean to me
I can't help but tell you what you mean to me
I can't help but fear what you mean to me
One minute you're there, then you up and leave
One minute you're there then you're dead to me
Why you never here, where you need to be
Still see you in my visions sitting peacefully
Baby, I might show you what you mean to me
Baby, I might show you what you mean to me
This can't be how the story ends
We're barely through the prologue
You can understand that I can't let this go to waste
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you I'm dying
I can't really tell you ill call you
I'm still trying to heal from the fact that you lied to me
I can't help but tell you what you mean to me
I can't help but tell you what you mean to me
Patience is a virtue that I try to preach
Anxiety is real, I can't hold my peace
Home is when you're here, comes so easily
Take away your fear, hug you mentally
I can't really go, I won't up and leave
I've been through the trenches
Through the fuckery
Home is when you're near
I can't wait for you to call me on the phone
And return back to your throne
This can't be how the story ends
We're barely through the prologue
You can understand that I can't let this go to waste
Probably coulda told me you're tired
Woulda told you doesn't mean that we're dying
Probably doesn't mean that we're dying
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you we're dying
I can't really tell you I'm dying
I can't really tell you ill call you
I'm still trying to heal from the fact that you lied to me
I can't help but tell you what you mean to me
You know I'll be here when you call for me