All My Plants Are Dead

All my plants are dead
And I'm choked up in the Uber
Ignoring the concerned texts
I've been holed up with a loser
For a month at two at most
Shit I even thought we'd make it
Another testament to how
Easy it is to fake it

Damn
When all it falls down
When it all goes south
My type is anyone who sticks around
I'm making lists of what's left
But I can't make my own bed
Cause
It's really gotta be like...

Falling in love for five whole minutes
Convincing everyone you're not terrified in it
Hoping to god he doesn't move to Berlin
On a whim
Like he mentioned
Wrecking me if I let it

I'm sure he's heard my songs
And he's wishing that he hadn't
Cause they tend to rub him wrong
And I sound kind of erratic
It's like everybody knows
Me a bit better than I do
I hate being vindictive
But I guess it's nothing that new

Damn
When all it falls down
When it all goes south
My type is anyone who sticks around
I'm making lists of what's left
But I can't make my own bed
Cause
It's really gotta be like...

Falling in love for five whole minutes
Convincing everyone you're not terrified in it
Hoping to god he doesn't move to Berlin
On a whim
Like he mentioned
Wrecking me if I let it

He'll never stick around
He'll only let me down (down down down)
He'll never stick around
Baby won't you let me
Baby go on let me down



Credits
Writer(s): Natalie Kathryn Carroll, John David Mccall, Michael Ramsey, Dillon Lawter, Santiago Miguel Elizondo, Michael Joseph Brown, Steven Robinson Wilson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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