(I write songs about you, you, you)
I'm not sad, just a little bummed out
The me in your head is not what I'm 'bout
It's all bad, just a big thumbs down
To hear what you've said since I left town
Hard to navigate solo
Extroversion can['t?] hold me down
Home's a place that I don't know
'Cause I went back to my parent's house
And my bed don't feel the same as it used to
And friends pick different lanes I can't move through
I lost all that they've figured out
They found jobs, and I write songs about
You and me from way back when I was
Just eighteen and in my head, and I
I still wish we were something
Now you moved on, and I write songs about you, you, you
I write songs about you, you, you
I packed up, tried evicting you out
Of my lovesick mind and my toxic mouth
My bad luck kept you sticking around
In the songs I sing when I think out loud
Hard to navigate solo (Solo)
Extroversion can['t?] hold me down (Weigh me down)
Home's a place that I don't know (Don't know)
'Cause I went back to my parent's house
And my bed don't feel the same as it used to
And friends pick different lanes I can't move through (Oh, no)
I lost all that they've figured out
They found jobs, and I write songs about
You and me from way back when I was (Way back)
Just eighteen and in my head (Ooh-ooh), and I
I still wish we were something
Now you moved on, and I write songs about you (Ooh-ooh), you, you
I write songs about you, you, you
You moved on, and I write songs about you (I write songs about) you, you
I write songs about you (You), you (You), you
I write songs about you
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