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