The stale smell of cigarettes that lingers in the air With your Pink Floyd shirt and long blonde hair And I would never try to cross your boundaries Or get inside your head Would it be better if I did? Listening to Drakes playlists while having coughing fits It just goes to show It just goes to show How you have been refusing for us to grow
I want to be where you are the smell of smoke stains my dads car and that’s okay and that’s okay because
I may never go back to Kingston again But you know that I am always listening We’re supposed to think we’re still fine I wish you didn’t have to be drunk to kiss me I wish you didn’t have to be drunk to miss me
Lately I couldn’t help feel So god damn lonely these days its hard to believe That you’re feeling nothing when im around you
I’m obsessed with our past And the things that haven’t happened yet
I figured that you would be Someone that I always pictured-with-me I’ll sit and listen to apologies For what we could and will never be
I may never go back to Kingston again (I wish you didn’t have to be drunk to kiss me) But you know that I am always listening. (I wish you didn’t have to be drunk to miss me) We’re supposed to think we’re still fine I wish you didn’t have to be drunk to kiss me I wish you didn’t have to be drunk to miss me