Outside my window grows a sickweed
I can never touch it, maybe that’s what she needs
Everything I touch seems to turn up its leaves
And leave me
Got a six month lease on a studio in Spokane
Only neighbor is an old horse back from Japan
But I’m not wandering for him
Somehow the mood just always gets heavy
Whenever I’m around
I tried to love you, you wouldn’t let me
What the hell am I s’posed to do now?
Now
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Trynna make peace with being
Brave in a wine glass
It’s my own sick version of a white flag
How the hell are you always so busy
Whеnever I try to call?
I know you’re somеwhere, probably sleeping
I’m shaking with my fingers crossed
Somehow the mood just always gets heavy
Whenever I come around
I tried to love you, you wouldn’t let me
What the hell am I s’posed to do now?