Mendiezeeno

I've learned to cook so many times
I still can't paint inside my lines
I miss your vans the ones you drew on
With your pentagrams

I fall asleep inside your car
Passing out to NPR
So drive me home but not too fast

Take me back to when you'd call me every other day
I miss my friends I miss my room
I can't stand to watch you trip up every other day
I miss my friends I miss my room

I've learned to cook so many times
I still can't paint inside my own lines

Take me back to when you'd call me every other day
I miss my friends I miss my room
I can't stand to watch you trip up every other day
I miss my friends I miss my room