We were at a gas station when you told me you were dead inside your head
And I cried every single night after that
Last night I was up overthinking again
About that thing I did a couple months back
Now it's raining at the gas station where we met
There are still ghosts inside my head
And I can feel my limbs slowly breaking down
And my heart, deeply fall apart
So I'm sorry for the times I didn't grow up for you
I still wish you'd feel the same (about me)
Two years in and I'm still a f*cking mess
But I could tell what was good for me in the end
And I cry because I can't breathe when I'm without you
We were at a gas station when you told me you were dead inside your head
And your ghost is still inside my head