Stole a bottle from under the sink
I drunk it, wrote a song in my childhood bedroom
I’ve been feeling blessed and distressed
And I, I don’t think I can let go of you yet
Spent my days hoping you don’t become
Just another friend that leaves for the west
I buried thoughts in a mundane workflow
And learned how to conjugate in past tense
And my hands are shaking
I don’t know what I’m afraid of
And my heart is racing
I still don’t know what I’m afraid of
I was happy when you quit smoking
Not surprised when you started it again
We fall back on the things we’re used to where
Our codependence just depends on the circumstance
And my hands are shaking
I don’t know what I’m afraid of
Yeah my heart is racing
I still don’t know what I’m afraid of
So stay here with me
So stay here with me
So stay here with me
So stay here