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    Sorry bout that text you got
    I didn't ever mean to send this
    Soju got me in my feelings
    Also fuck autocorrect
    And I been doing fine except this
    Stabbing pain up in my chest
    And I'm st-st-st-st-stuttering
    Kay I'm done

    But now you're gone again
    I'll take all your issues
    You can have my friends
    I don't miss seeing I miss you on my phone screen
    Now I save the tissues that you bought me for my nosebleeds
    I don't think about you but I don't sleep

    Gone again
    I'll take all your issues
    You can have my friends
    I don't miss seeing I miss you on my phone screen
    Now I save the tissues that you bought me for my nosebleeds
    I don't think about you but I don't sleep

    Summer days don't miss your taste
    Caught in the crawlspace
    Wanna break
    Still see your face
    I just don't wanna be a missing case
    Walking in place
    Keep up with my pace
    Stay awake
    Stay away
    That's what they all say

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    I'm shot really (uh)
    What you wanna scream about?
    Iced out metaphor
    Cause you wanna bite back
    Know you got it in me, but my comments won't incite that
    What you wanna talk about?
    What you tryna get at?

    Miracle on the boat, man that's my idea
    Hit 'em all like a joke, man that's all I fear
    Catch 'em all, fuck 'em all, that's a bright idea
    Never heard a ringtone but now you're

    Gone again
    I'll take all your issues
    You can have my friends
    I don't miss seeing I miss you on my phone screen
    Now I save the tissues that you bought me for my nosebleeds
    I don't think about you but I don't sleep

    Gone again
    I'll take all your issues
    You can have my friends
    I don't miss seeing I miss you on my phone screen
    Now I save the tissues that you bought me for my nosebleeds
    I don't think about you but I don't sleep

    Those summer days I don't miss your taste
    But summer nights I fall on my face
    It's alcohol without all the chase
    Like 808's without the heartbreak
    You in the city or out of state?
    Chase you for miles but can't keep up pace
    I left your backpack with your phone on the staircase

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    Composición: Brodin Plett y Julian Conner

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