my bad.

Everything feels better, but I'm still writing of you

I got a lot of methods, but I know this doesn't feel like home

Home is such a lonely place, I know

The way we talked like that

Think of all the times that we ever had

I low-key want it so bad

I want it right back

I'm not the kind to talk to the people that I love

I just hold it in, because I think I got it on my own

But I can't do it alone

So, when you walk around me, just ask me if I cared