Closure

Song goes out to people who
Play golf
Oh shit

Oh I haven’t felt great for a minute
Black lungs all the time, could never quit it
Wish life was a massive preset, so I could init
So I can forget
I’m such a coward (fucking coward)
My phone just ran out of power
I’m just happy I won’t feel like shit for an hour
Cause I won’t see you on the TL till then
But I’m still gonna feel regret to the bitter end

Closure don’t mean shit
If I can’t fucking let go
You’ve been the center of my mind
I’m not feeling fine
Don’t think I would ever take you back
But I don’t know
I get like this all the time
No reason or rhyme
I’m a fucking asshole and you deserve
Better than me, better than me
For once not everything was 2D
But without you, air so frigid, I could freeze

I’d never say it straight to your face
But I wish that I could take his place sometimes
Or maybe it’s just that I miss fucking (too much)
Sorry, I know I haven’t been that honest
Butterflies all the time, feel like Imma vomit
Wish I could go back to that August
And say what I wish I could say now

Closure don’t mean shit
If I can’t fucking let go
You’ve been the center of my mind
I’m not feeling fine
Don’t think I would ever take you back
But I don’t know
I get like this all the time
No reason or rhyme
And I know it’s been two years
But you still find a way into my head
Imma spend the day in bed
Wishing that I was dead

I can’t take it anymore
The weight got me pinned on the floor
I can’t move
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head
Get out of my head

What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?