I'm so sick of telling everyone I wish you were dead
'Cause the truth is, I don't hate you
I just hate that you left
I've been filling up my mind with things I wanna forget
And I should be moving on, but I'm just missing you instead
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I'm so sick of telling everyone I wish you were dead
'Cause the truth is, I don't hate you
I just hate that you left
I've been filling up my mind with things I wanna forget
And I should be moving on, but I'm just missing you instead
Dead on arrival
Always a little too late
It's not so simple when your head's underwater.
I want your things in my room, I miss you all of the time
I stalk myself on the internet just to see what you'll find
I want your things in my room, I miss you all of the time
You make it look so easy,
leaving everything behind
I wish I could give you all of me
But I'm just pieces of a [boy] I used to be
I wish I could somehow feel complete
All that's left are fragments of these dead-end dreams
I just wanna be
Someone you need
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Maybe I can make you stay
Or I could watch you drive away
Like my dad did, baby
When I'm thinking of her, I'm coloured outside the lines
Every shade of blue through maroon right before her eyes
Can't you see I'm bleeding? You're seeing in black and white
Anybody tell me just why
She's so
Colourblind, colourblind, colourblind
It's not so simple when your head's underwater
Drowning in the silence while you search for nirvana
Don't you think I'm pretty, baby?
Don't you think I'm pretty?
It's not so simple when your head's underwater
Drowning in the silence from the words of your father
Don't you think I'm pretty, baby?
Don't you think I'm pretty, oh?
Babe I'm on my way
I don't wanna kiss and tell a phone
That "I want you", no, no, no
I don't wanna go to bed alone
Leaving messages after the tone
I just wanna hold your body close
Face to face and nose to nose
I don't wanna kiss and telephone