LYRICS GAME

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

And I don't deny that

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

And I don't deny that

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

But sometimes not