Pretty story we started
What a shame that chapter in which we failed
Everything has an end and it hurts
You're not here anymore and I
Now I don't even lift the toilet lid
I stay messy but now in the living room
I cook naked, everything stays raw
But it tastes good to me because I'm smoking a blunt
My heart in Home Alone mode
I miss you but sometimes I don't
I only hope that you're doing better
I've already spent thousands on therapy and dealers
I miss you but sometimes I don't
It's true that now in my bed I don't have your good mornings
I have two friends for breakfast
I'm going out more at night, I know I didn't use to
I'm liking not having to tell
Where your vase was I now put FIFA
In the freezer there's only ganja and cold beer
In the middle of the living room I put a drum kit
And where our photo was I put a photo of me
My heart in Home Alone mode
I miss you but sometimes I don't
I only hope that you're doing better
I've already spent thousands on therapy and dealers
I miss you but sometimes I don't