She

She makes me want to call up all my old friends
To tell them I love them
She makes me want to listen to all of my old CDs
And feel nostalgic
She makes me wanna smoke less weed
And I can't think of a better reason to cut back

Cuz I won't do anything for myself
Only for somebody else
But I am proud of the messes I make
I don't consider them mistakes
And I'm finding it kinda fuckin' hard
For me to deal with

I dig down deep to find inspiration
In the little things
I whine and weep when things don't exactly
Go as I had planned
And I can't sleep because I just don't feel the need
To see you in my dreams

Cuz I won't do anything for her now
I only do things for myself
And I won't be able to make this work out
Cuz I'm trapped in a hole
But I'm scratchin' and clawin' my way out
So I can let go

You know me now, it's been three weeks
We should be able to sleep in the same bed
You will find out, that some things
I'd rather you just have not said
With the lights out



Credits
Writer(s): Dean James Byrne, Darren William Lindsay, Gavin Thomas Glynn, Brian James Ashe, Edward Anthony Porter
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