Krissy it’s so hard to see you now
You’re someone else but it’s not all yourself
One part is me and I can’t part with shit
I’ve tried all my old tricks but you’re so curated I just can’t get in
Right now you’re more like a photograph
I wanna go back to the time we cried the whole drive home from the canyon

Krissy don’t believe it
You can never be your own best friend
Left me for a while
So I settle on the back of your head
Hate to break the news to you
You never can go home again

Pretty people saying things on screen
Can’t be all you take your life to mean
Like it or not we leave it up to luck
And all things that you been calling your outtakes are really fuck ups

I don’t know what
But there’s something to lose
You can’t pretend
That there’s room for me too

Krissy don’t believe it
You can never be your own best friend
Left me for a while
So I settle on the back of your head
Hate to break the news to you
You never can go home again