Try to be a Filter, Not a Sponge

She gave back my mixtape
She said it was morbidly sad and bleak
How should I have known
Whatever that was supposed to mean
She called my favorite book washed out trash
Said I have no taste and I'm still too sad
Said she didn't love me
And I was wasting both of our time

Just try to filter her out

She called in every day this week
Because she couldn't get out of bed
She told me that I was the problem
That I make her too depressed
I'm a bad influence

Just try to filter her out
Try to filter her out
Try to filter her out of my mind
Try to filter her out
Try to filter her out of my mind

She gave back my mixtape
She said it was morbidly sad and bleak
And called my favorite book washed out trash
Said I have no taste and I'm still too sad

Try to filter her out
Try to filter her out of my mind
Try to filter her out
Try to filter her out of my mind
Just try to filter her out
Try to filter her out
Try to filter her out of my mind
Try to filter her out



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