My highs are high My lows are low And I don't know which way to go Everytime you leave this house, everything falls apart
I can't get myself off the couch I don't wanna talk to anyone else And I don't know which way to go Everytime you leave this house, everything falls apart
I lost my job I miss my mom I wish my cat could talk Everytime you leave this house, everything falls apart
Well, 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 feel
And nothing makes me happy Not even tv or a bunch of weed Everytime you leave this house, everything falls apart
And everytime 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
