oh man
Take a picture, it'll last longer
Won't simmer down or tell me that I should back off
Can't figure out why you say that it's all an act
Got a list of shit that I gotta say but never asked
And I've thought of you
Sitting in my room
Split my life in two
Time stops for you
Can't stop thinking of you
What the fuck was I supposed to do
You're ten feet away, and I can't even ask if you're doing okay
I've gotta say that I'm still not ready for this
I know you're never gonna change even though you said you wanna
Dope fiend, depressed, spend my money on marijuana
No need to rest, but I'm tired of wishing on a star
Cut the strings to my heart and put the limbs on the rest
Oh man guess I fucked up this time
You watched me fall to the floor, I watched you fill with regret
You took the fun from my art and now I'd rather be dead
And now I can't stop thinking of you
You took me out to the curb just to step on my head
Didn't think I'd be taking back everything I said
And I've thought of you
Sitting in my room
Split my life in two
Time stops for you
Can't stop thinking of you
What the fuck was I supposed to do
I just wish that you could see it from my point of view
Far from when I pick and choose
Your heart's alive, that's something new
No I don't think you fully comprehend
I can't just up and leave all of my friends like you can, oh
You left them all alone
Your friends became your foes
But I can't let it go
No I can't let you go
No I can't let you go, woah
I think I fucked it up this time
I think I fucked it up this time
I think I fucked it up this time
I think I fucked it up this time
Won't simmer down or tell me that I should back off
Can't figure out why you say that it's all an act
Got a list of shit that I gotta say but never asked
And I've thought of you
Sitting in my room
Split my life in two
Time stops for you
Can't stop thinking of you
What the fuck was I supposed to do
You're ten feet away, and I can't even ask if you're doing okay
I've gotta say that I'm still not ready for this
I know you're never gonna change even though you said you wanna
Dope fiend, depressed, spend my money on marijuana
No need to rest, but I'm tired of wishing on a star
Cut the strings to my heart and put the limbs on the rest
Oh man guess I fucked up this time
You watched me fall to the floor, I watched you fill with regret
You took the fun from my art and now I'd rather be dead
And now I can't stop thinking of you
You took me out to the curb just to step on my head
Didn't think I'd be taking back everything I said
And I've thought of you
Sitting in my room
Split my life in two
Time stops for you
Can't stop thinking of you
What the fuck was I supposed to do
I just wish that you could see it from my point of view
Far from when I pick and choose
Your heart's alive, that's something new
No I don't think you fully comprehend
I can't just up and leave all of my friends like you can, oh
You left them all alone
Your friends became your foes
But I can't let it go
No I can't let you go
No I can't let you go, woah
I think I fucked it up this time
I think I fucked it up this time
I think I fucked it up this time
I think I fucked it up this time
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Writer(s): Collin Blanz
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