| My anxiety is not helping me forget you
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| But I guess I really don’t want to
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| And while I’m trying to figure out what I should text you
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| Have to remind myself that I already lost you
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| I know sobriety would probably be a good call
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| Been breaking down my body like it’s a drywall
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| But you’ve been flying through my memory like a baseball
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| So I’ve been running through what I would say if you called
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| I never meant to hurt you
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| I just had alot I had to go through
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| A lot of shit I probably should’ve told you
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| Like how beautiful you are and that I love you
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| Switching up the layout of my bedroom
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| So I don’t have to wake up in the spot we used to
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| My anxiety isn’t helping me forget you
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| But I guess I really don’t want to
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| I guess I really don’t want to
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| Rolled up an Uber to your spot the other night
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| Left my crew back on the tour to try and make this shit alright
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| I showed up at your door, I had my bag and I was begging
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| And I know that you weren’t having none of it, I understand it
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| I certainly do not deserve another fucking second
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| But when you hit me up and said we’re done my plane already landed
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| Trying to be a man and say goodbye to you, no crying
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| But I fucking miss you, there ain’t no point in lying, God damn
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| I never meant to hurt you
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| I just had alot I had to go through
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| A lot of shit I probably should’ve told you
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| Like how beautiful you are and that I love you
|
| Switching up the layout of my bedroom
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| So I don’t have to wake up in the spot we used to
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| My anxiety isn’t helping me forget you
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| But I guess I really don’t want to
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| It’s been a war making peace with my ego
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| Just when I think that I’m free though
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| He got something up his sleeve though
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| He ain’t never letting me go
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| Trying to murder my ego
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| Just when I think that I’m free though
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| He fashions me a new halo
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| He ain’t never letting me go
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| It’s been a war making peace with my ego
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| Just when I think that I’m free though
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| He got something up his sleeve though
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| He ain’t never letting me go
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| Trying to murder my ego
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| Just when I think that I’m free though
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| He fashions me a new halo
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| He ain’t never letting me go
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| He ain’t never letting me go |