I want your things in my room
I miss you all of the time
I stalk myself on the internet
Just to see what you'll find
I want your things in my room
I miss you all of the time
You make it look so easy
Leaving everything behind
I like when it's dark out
October will cure me
I'm walking these woods
Am I thirty or thirteen?
Not asking for much, man
Thought maybe you'd call me
I'd slit my own throat
Just to see if you'd mourn me
I want your things in my room
I miss you all of the time
I stalk myself on the internet
Just to see what you'll find
I want your things in my room
I miss you all of the time
You make it look so easy
Leaving everything behind
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I want your things in my
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I want your things in my
You look so cool getting high
No handlebars, you wanna fly
You look so cool, I wanna die
Is it too soon to say what's on my mind?
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I want your things in my
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I want your things in my
