That's Fine
I don't need to roll another cigarette
No, I don't even smoke
But lately, this tobacco is getting to my head
Is it me
Thinking about relationships too much
When I don't give my mom a call at least once a week
You know I like you a lot
If you need some space that's fine I guess
And I feel a little lost
In that space inside your head
Did my room up real nice
In a house that is filled with bugs
Don't worry about the mice
They tend to hide under the rug
Got a hang-nail on my foot
Now it really fucking hurts
All these things I half-assed
Always need to do more work
I'm at the gym inside my head
Picking up dumbbells of the ground
If I pushed a little harder
Maybe then you'd come around
Did my room up real nice
In a house that is filled with bugs
Don't worry about the mice
They tend to hide under the rug
You know I like you a lot
If you need some space that's fine I guess
But I feel a little lost
In that space inside your head
If I buy a plant will it make me feel better
Hang it up against my beige wall
Staring at a poster of a movie that I love
Maybe I should watch it again
I guess we can be friends
But it's not the end
I feel liberated as a twenty-one-year-old
Drowning in alcohol
To try again
No, I don't even smoke
But lately, this tobacco is getting to my head
Is it me
Thinking about relationships too much
When I don't give my mom a call at least once a week
You know I like you a lot
If you need some space that's fine I guess
And I feel a little lost
In that space inside your head
Did my room up real nice
In a house that is filled with bugs
Don't worry about the mice
They tend to hide under the rug
Got a hang-nail on my foot
Now it really fucking hurts
All these things I half-assed
Always need to do more work
I'm at the gym inside my head
Picking up dumbbells of the ground
If I pushed a little harder
Maybe then you'd come around
Did my room up real nice
In a house that is filled with bugs
Don't worry about the mice
They tend to hide under the rug
You know I like you a lot
If you need some space that's fine I guess
But I feel a little lost
In that space inside your head
If I buy a plant will it make me feel better
Hang it up against my beige wall
Staring at a poster of a movie that I love
Maybe I should watch it again
I guess we can be friends
But it's not the end
I feel liberated as a twenty-one-year-old
Drowning in alcohol
To try again
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Writer(s): Jack Peacock
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