A little drunk, a little high
A little too sober for this
A little too sober for this
Half a moon away
Tears falling on my phone
Knowing I could call
Hoping that I won't, praying that I won't
Half a moon away, staring at my notes
Writing sad songs about my winter without you, without you
I miss your little teeth, fragile little thing
Oh don't you hide from me, don't you run from me
I wish I could love myself, enough to hate you
"Ms. U"
Sometimes I miss you
Sometimes I miss you more
We shared our last kiss, a couple nights ago
I'll love you from a distance I supposed
Lighters out for Blonde
Ocean blues, dosing bowls and o's
Disposables all empty, got my wallet all empty
I'm outta change, I couldn't change
Not a thing in the world could make grow up
And you wanted me to grow up
You were staring at your phone, I noticed something wrong
Left your heart at the door and dragged mine along
I keep asking myself, how did my warm get so cold
People change, seasons change, it's part of growing up
That's what my momma say
Some days are bad, some days are worse
It's part of growing up
Oh, but I don't want to grow old without my girl (No, no)
I want to see your hair turn gray, slow dancing in the apocalypse
Sometimes I miss you, sometimes I miss you more
Specially on Sundays when the sun is shining low
Counting all the empty bottles in my room
Piles on piles dirty clothes, got some room to improve
Implode, explode, explore the consequences of my childish behavior
Fluorescent Adolescent, that Flaca's favorite
Look if my life's a movie, then this that blooper reel shit
Like yea we fuckin up, but queue the laugh track
It's all good here dawg
And that's denial speaking
Looking back at pictures, laughing as I cry thinking
Youth's one cruel mistress
They keep saying life's a blessing, but I don't know
What's the point if you spending it alone
I mean at least I got these songs right?
A memoir to the kids that'll never hear em
And I'm, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
That's, that's my melodramatic ass speaking
A little drunk, a little high
A little too sober for this
A little too sober for this
Half a moon away, staring at my notes
Writing sad songs about my winter without you, without You (Fuck this shit bro)