Skrrt Cobain

I don't know how to say this

But I hate your playlist

And everything you make

I don't know how to say this

But I want my shit back

From your dorm room

I miss every single conversation that we had in bed

I miss the nights that we weren't so bored of living

That we'd talk for hours

I guess I didn't understand all the things you said that night

I guess I'm not that type of righteous type of person

Cry inside my bedroom, missing you too much

It's good to know that I'm entirely human

I don't know how to say this

But I hate your playlist

And everything you make

I don't know how to say this

But I want my shit back

From your dorm room

And I hope one day we can realize that we're still friends

We can talk about the weather, we can talk about whatever

And I just want you to be happy

But it hurts to know, it hurts to know

That won't be with me

I hate being second place, but it's not my place to say anything

To say anything

I hate being second place, but it's not my place to say anything

To say anything