[ Featuring NINA ]
Up in bed wondering how the hell I slept through that
You carry on and I become the ghost under the rug
Stomach's in twists
Think I'm gonna be sick
When I was a kid, you were 46
When it starts, it's just a hand massage,
It's just a peck on the lips in your parking lot
Just a night, another month
Of living in your room and keeping it a secret
Only three whole years of my life you've taken up
So mature, only I could understand your hurt
Gained my trust so I didn't question, it's an overreaction
Stomach's in twists
Think i'm gonna be sick
When I was a kid, you were 46
When it starts, it's a jab in the gut,
It's a boundary never set cause you're a debt I'm paying off
Buy me a drink, I'm onto drugs
Swearing you're concerned, I remind you of your last one, yeah
Only three whole years of my life you've taken up
When it stops, I'm in a nightmare
Got memories pouring in from everywhere
In a panic, I change the locks
Delete all of the evidence cause I can't stand to look at it
Tell someone a snippet, it's like nobody believes me
Told them I'm crazy and that you feel bad for me
Tried a bit of therapy, quit making music
Became a hermit and I'm still snapping out of it
Only three whole years of my life you've taken up
(three more years of my life you have taken up)
(dead to me)
(dead to me)
(dead to me)
