My highs are high
My lows are low
And I don't know which way to go
Every time you leave this house, everything falls apartI can't get myself off the couch
I don't wanna talk to anyone else
Every time you leave this house,
Everything falls apartI lost my job
I miss my mom
I wish my cat could talk
Every time you leave this house, everything falls apartWell, I don't love you, and I don't hate you
I don't know how I feel
Well, I don't love you, but I don't hate you
I don't know how I feel
I don't know how I feel
I don't know how I feelAnd nothing makes me happy
Not even T-V or a bunch of weed
Every time you leave this house, everything falls apartAnd every time you go away, I feel like I could cry
But I would never really cry because you're the worse at goodbyes
You're the worse at goodbyes
You're the worse at goodbyes
Goodbyes, at goodbyes
Goodbyes, at goodbyes
Goodbyes, at goodbyes