You stole the front seat, I'm kicking your chair
I run to tell mother, you're beating me there
But if I was stronger or grew to your height
My limbs would be longer and I'd win a fight or two
And it's so bittersweet
We're moving away and it hit me now, it's true
I'm missing our fights
'Cause the car rides now feel empty without you
We talk about boys and we bike to the store
We bitch about mother, she's outside the door
We're calling a truce, you're stealing my clothes
But I wanna seem cool so I'm letting it go
And it's so bittersweet
We're moving away and it hit me now, it's true
I'm missing our fights
'Cause the car rides now feel empty without you
I'm packing to go, I'm leaving tomorrow
I already feel so far from home
And what will do without you to follow?
I can't seem to do this on my own
And it's so bittersweet
We're moving away and it hit me now, it's true
I'm missing our fights
'Cause the car rides now feel empty without you
I'll draw a face
And a, a glove
You're dumb
What did you, what did you make?
A face
In a scarf
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