pink

[Verse 1] Pink clothes on my bones Having, getting stoned You left early, barely thirteen Tickles in my nose Guess you call it snow I felt dirty, still too early I know [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2] I wish that we could do it over Get it right this time I wish I would've held you closer I just wish sometimes I feel old, overgrown Like there's mold on my own name I feel okay, then I don't [Instrumental Outro]