I'm fucked up and looking at her like, she's a new replacement

She can pack our bowls and I can fuck with new arrangements

My new medicine I'm on has got my hands shaking

I can't tell if I'm valid or if I'm just anxious

You asked me if I miss her and of course I couldn't say

Sounds so fucking corny but I kept all of your bracelets

I know that you moved on to him; I can't fucking face it

Some fucked up type of ownership my daddy didn't raise this

I know that you moved on; I can't fucking face it

Some fucked up type of ownership my daddy didn't raise this

I miss my ex I never wrote about

Ever since you left it's all been pouring out

I wanted to call you but what the fuck would we talk about

I didn't solve the problem I promised to

Here we are now

Babygirl I moved on let your guard down

I gave in and started drinking when I'm all alone

Waking up at three

Not a single thing on my phone

I see your face the second that I'm ever on my own

Regret that party where I shut you down and said, "No."

I miss your personality 'cause it was bubbling

Looking for a copy and reaching out to my old friends

Just to spend up all my energy and ghost them

My friends hold me to the standards that I hold them

(A punk rock bitch)

(Punk- punk punk)

(A punk rock bitch)

(Sorry I call you a bitch in this part)

A punk rock bitch, what I needed on a bad night

I'll never forget, popping edibles on FaceTime

Goth princess, who I forgot how to treat right

I miss my ex, saying it doesn't sit right

A punk rock bitch what I needed on a bad night

I'll never forget, getting high all night on FaceTime

I'm coming to grips, that I'll never find someone like you

We grew up together babe

That was your childhood too

I know that its selfish but I have to say, I miss you

I don't want to be too toxic when I say, I miss you

I know that it's selfish but I want to say, I miss you

I know that it's selfish but I'm gonna say, I miss you

You told me about that album called, "For Emma, Forever Ago"

And what it meant that someone loved enough, to put your name in what they wrote

I said I don't believe in love songs, well that changed when I let you go

I had a plan to win you back with something I lovingly called,

"Pluto"

Pluto

I only go to Kierstens parties hoping that I might just get to see you

Shaking hands with your fiancé, "Hi I'm whoever, I guess it's nice to meet you"

I'm the guy today you needed back then

But today I think I need you

These emotions are possessive and expressing them so definite feels evil

I know we were a long time ago

But you taught me more than you could ever know

Thought I missed the times,

Or the youth,

Or I'm latching onto love I knew before I was abused,

But no

I'm dreaming of sitting front row at your shows

With flowers you've never seen

And every single kind of rose

I'm dreaming of taking off your clothes,

Make you moan,

Fuck you right,

Now I can stay hard and we're both grown

Just picture what we could've been,

Sleeping in the same bed,

Not having to wait until nobodies home

You said, I make you feel like strawberry ice-cream

Loved and adored me

Like there was no-one else like me

Now I'm driving past the park you gave me

My first kiss, so lightly

Kicking myself in the head

(Kicking myself in the head)

How would I let you go, or be okay with us fighting?

Maybe I was your first love

And not your last

That's just how it goes

(Kicking myself in the head)

But know I miss your gifts, and your wit

And the paintings that you made

And the songs, and the stories that you wrote

I haven't laughed like that, since hot cocoa and watching all five, Twilights in a row

I'll always miss your mind

And how if I asked you what to call a song, you would say,

"Pluto"

Pluto

(Kicking myself in the head)

Every time you'd say, "Pluto"

(Kicking myself in the head)

(Kicking myself in the head)

Pluto

(Kicking myself in the head)

(Kicking myself in the head)

(Kick- Kick Kick)

I doubt your boy will hear this and

We'll still all remain friendly

I only know one thing: I like being in your life, whenever you let me

Fuck it

Fuck him

Maybe we'll meet one day in our twenties

But until then,

He better always do the laundry

And every day say your nose is pretty