kick her out
cos she’s found on the floor again
with a bottle of gin just to wash him out
she’s a maze and she’ll never make it out
is she killing herself
now she’s living in my house with intention to drown
is he ever coming back
is he ever coming
is he ever coming
is he ever coming
is he ever coming back
making rounds
he’s laying in the front so
everybody can see that he’s gotta go
looks so cold
i’ve never seen him so pale
as i read him my note
now he’s off to a world where he’s left just a ghost
is he ever coming back
is he ever coming
say that he’s gone
he’s the thought in your head
and he’ll never be back here
you know
miss what’s meant to be missed
it’s for your own good