Sorry, mom

My coffee in the morning mixes with your cigarettes

I think you stayed the night but I forget

Fallen for a face that I remember in the back of my mind

Guess it's simple telling lies to yourself, I'm alright

I got a thought in my head like a shot of whatever you're drinking

But what am I thinking

I'm all out of time in this city she tells me she doesn't believe me

But baby I'm sinking

I'm mixing the good with the bad and I'm praying I'm making it back

I'll die if I stay where I'm at

I gotta unpack

I hope you understand

When I say it again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again

I think it's happening, for real this time

No lie, some nights

I feel like dying at 27

I feel like dyeing my hair and buying clothes that I don't wear

I feel like I'm dying inside

Every time I close my eyes I picture you

Please tell me it isn't selfish to feel like

Another day in my house

It doesn't feel like a home

I hope we figure it out before we're all gone

Another day in my bed

Too many things that I said

I guess you left me on read again

Oh no

I think that I'm just tired of new days

With the same damn plot lines

I guess since I can't run away

I oughta tell you that some nights

I feel like dying at 27

I feel like dyeing my hair and buying clothes that I don't wear

I feel like I'm dying inside

Every time I close my eyes I picture you, do do do do do do

Do you picture me too?

I feel like dying at 27

I feel like dyeing my hair and buying clothes that I don't wear

I feel like I'm dying inside

Every time I close my eyes I picture you

Please tell me it isn't selfish to feel like

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Do you picture me too? I feel like

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