songs

It feels like I don't know you at all,
You're keeping all your secrets
With your hands making you sprawl
I don't think for myself anymore
Doesn't feel right to complain to the drywall
The beige discolouration doesn't feel the same
The glass baseboard doesn't seem fun anymore
Some day it's just going to break

Who even are you anymore?

Were the jeans that I found even yours?
Not that I'd care even if they were
I thought, I thought, I thought, I thought...
Those ones that you said that you lost
And I looked for for months and wasted my time
I thought, I thought, I thought I knew...

Did you even like them? How did you ask them?
The world in the palm of your hand will always end up in the trash

The jeans that you said that you loved and still you gave up right away
I thought I knew you much better than this