Thinkin' back to my haunted past
Your painted nails and photographs
The pictures last I can't look back again
Life is there no luxury
I'm wishing for the best of me
I can't help but relapse on you again
In my head, I'm in her bed
Taking the shots that I never had
The strength to say the things you are to me
A shitty meaning
It's a sick feeling
How am I so demeaning
Purple hearts you can tear it apart
Wearing all the clothes that I never bought
And it's a sick feeling, feeling nothing at all
When I'm looking in your eyes
Staring deep in your soul and it's like
I don't even feel the slightest bit bad
Like I didn't just pick the purest flower you have and
I should probably spend more time on myself
Making music, chasing dreams
Improving my mental health but
Instead I spend it flirting with all these girls
Tryna make 'em feel secure
So I can rock their world
Thinkin' back to my haunted past
Your painted nails and photographs
The pictures last I can't look back again
Life is there no luxury
I'm wishing for the best of me
I can't help but relapse on you again
In my head, I'm in her bed
Taking the shots that I never had
The strength to say the things you are to me
A shitty meaning
It's a sick feeling
How am I so demeaning
Purple hearts you can tear it apart
Wearing all the clothes that I never bought
I lose interest faster than I catch feelings
And it's probably all because I never really catch feelings
A couple days that's all I give myself
Before I move on
A little lost in these thoughts
Got me writing this song
I didn't even have a single name in my head
This was meant for anyone that's ever been in my bed
And when it's all said and done I'm on to the next
I'm just a chiller boy throughout the night
Who's lookin' for