ROOM

Fuck what you've been through Fuck all your feelings I'm sick of standing in your shoes You really hurt me But you'd never see it Outside of how it felt for you And fuck how I'd sit there Stuck in your bedroom Trying to find the perfect words I should have shouted I should have left you Fuck how I'd say I'm sorry first I'm looking from the outside in Just trying to get over it And so what I'm angry I showed up Spent every second on you Now it's over and you blame me You should grow up And get the hell out of your room Fuck all the weekends We wouldn't do shit We would just lie there on your bed Talking through problems I knew were stupid Skipping the calls from all my friends And there's not a right way There's not a rulebook Still you were always keeping score Fuck how I gave in Tried not to screw up Tried not to stand close to the door And so what I'm angry I showed up Spent every second on you Now it's over and you blame me You should grow up And get the hell out of your room And so what I'm crying I showed up Did everything I could do But I'm over being quiet You should grow up And get the hell out of your room