we could meet down the line after all of the time and give an actual try

and i’m not gonna miss his shitty friends and nights of their binge drinking

how are you lookin at me like a stranger?

pull the trigger on the gun

just wish that we could fight now, i’d hold you on the comedown

i’ve been drinking and staying up too late, reliving bad decisions

bad nights, new girls, misgivings

you’re a bad holiday, you’re the drug that I take when I want to forget how I’m feeling

guess that space was the thing that I needed, but I miss you

now i’m half of myself here without you, you’re the best in my life and I lost you

meet you down at the bottom, finish your bottle

guess that happened when we got older

i see you every night in my sleep, anticipating every bad dream like falling with a knife, you cut deep

but if you asked me to run away, i’d go easily

hard to sleep, could it be only me?

i never said it but i know that i can’t picture anything past 25

i’m so high but can’t look down, left my past life on the ground

and I held on to every word, couldn’t let you go and called it hope

hallucination, shame, guilt, pain, more pain

and I destroyed every silver lining you had, in your head, all of your feelings, I played with them

you said forever and I almost bought it, i miss fighting in your old apartment

hope you feel better

the whole facade seemed to fall apart, it’s complicated

i almost liked the way you fooled me to make me feel like this would last forever

hope you find somewhere safe for your baggage

you came out of the blue like that

this is what the drugs are for, turn the lights off on the comedown