It's hard for me to see exactly where the hell I went wrong
I never thought I'd see the day where we wouldn't get along
You think I smoke too much I think your friends all s**
Can't figure out the reason why our parents fight so much
And I've given up on luck
But I'm happy here
So leave my sweater on the porch
I'll put your bag under the stairs
Don't go back to our old place it's probably locked up anyway
I bet it still looks looks the same as when I ran away that day
It doesn't matter anyway
I sleep well alone now