"How are you?"
"I'm good how are you?"
I miss the sound of your voice and I miss the days
When we would sit and laugh, how you'd call my name
I miss my life back then when you were in it
I miss the days when I'd call and you would give me a minute
The mother fucking fridge is that resides in my kitchen
Don't ask me how it is
You know I'd be indifferent
If a car just crashed and my body was in it
Watch the ceiling fan turn with some thoughts of you
Put the lo-fi on while I pray for the rain
Every day, another inch of my foot in the grave
"Stop, I said no. Leave me alone. Just go away. Don't bother with me anymore alright?"