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*Sobs Quietly*

Mom Jeans

Baby, I'm sorry
Things didn't work out
The way that I planned
But we both know
That planning's not my strong suit

I'm sad that I lost you
But I won't chase you
I still don't blame you
For making me stall
When I learned how to drive your car

Because your best friends
Were all too sad
To take you to the airport
But I miss you
Every minute of every day

Tell me, why can't you
Still make a decision?
'Cause I'm getting better at
Crying without making any noise

All I want is your voice
In my head
And your hair in my bed

Please tell me why
I'm so afraid of dying alone
So scared and so stoned

But I don't know
What I need
So just tell me what you need
You're all I need
Just please don't make me