Documentaries
I miss the cold, I miss my winter clothes
Watching creepy documentaries on my own
My single bed never felt this good without you
It took a while, still getting over you
Took our pictures out the frames in my bedroom
I'll be fine on my own I'll be fine, getting used to sleeping alone
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
You dragged my name down to the floor,
You left my clothes packed at your door
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
Don't wanna do this anymore, what am I holding on for
I wasn't ready, I wasn't ready for this
I miss your family and all the shit that we did
Wasting Sunday's away in your bedroom,
The smell of sex mixed in with your perfume
You should've told me, we could've worked on this
I'm getting by now, it's just the little things
The way we met halfway before we said goodnight
I'd press my lips to your forehead before you turned off the lights
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
You dragged my name down to the floor,
You left my clothes packed at your door
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
Don't wanna do this anymore, what am I holding on for
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
You dragged my name down to the floor,
You left my clothes packed at your door
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
Don't wanna do this anymore, what am I holding on for
Watching creepy documentaries on my own
My single bed never felt this good without you
It took a while, still getting over you
Took our pictures out the frames in my bedroom
I'll be fine on my own I'll be fine, getting used to sleeping alone
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
You dragged my name down to the floor,
You left my clothes packed at your door
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
Don't wanna do this anymore, what am I holding on for
I wasn't ready, I wasn't ready for this
I miss your family and all the shit that we did
Wasting Sunday's away in your bedroom,
The smell of sex mixed in with your perfume
You should've told me, we could've worked on this
I'm getting by now, it's just the little things
The way we met halfway before we said goodnight
I'd press my lips to your forehead before you turned off the lights
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
You dragged my name down to the floor,
You left my clothes packed at your door
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
Don't wanna do this anymore, what am I holding on for
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
You dragged my name down to the floor,
You left my clothes packed at your door
What the hell am I holding onto,
We couldn't keep our heads above the water
Don't wanna do this anymore, what am I holding on for
Credits
Writer(s): Jamie Mathers, Scott Burnett, Sean Mitchell, Shaun Ross
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