I miss every single conversation that we had in bed
I miss the nights that we weren’t so bored of living that we talk for hours
I guess I didn’t understand all the things you said that night
I guess I’m not that type of righteous type of person
Cry inside my bedroom missing you too much Its good to know I’m entirely human
I don’t know how to say this, but I hate your playlist and everything you make
I don’t know how to say this, but I want my shit back from your dorm room
And I hope one day we can realize that we're still friends
We can talk about the weather we can talk about whatever
And I just want you to be happy
But it hurts to know, it hurts to know
But that won’t be with me
















