and Nothing Bad Happened

Let's go

Back to

The floor

Of your room

And I

Dropped my phone behind my bed

It sounded like

You were calling again

And last time

I wouldn't sweat something like this

But I've been walking on eggshells

And clawing away at the skin of my fingertips

I can't picture your face anymore

Does that mean that I'm moving on?

I can't picture your face anymore

Does that mean that I'm moving on?

And I

Dropped my phone behind my bed

I fell asleep

And nothing bad happened

And I

I can live like this

I can live like this

I can live like