[Verse 1]
Why do all the songs I love remind me of bad men?
I don't ever wanna listen to music again
I fall asleep listening to [?]
But he makes me think of you, my dream brother, I regret ever showing you him
I try to flow with no name, but every lyric takes me back to that place
Phone under the bed, waiting for your texts
I'm pretty fucking sure I'm still waiting for your texts

[Verse 2]
Remember when we used to talk like philosophers?
Like we figured out how to be in each other's worlds
Like I understood every fucking corner of you
Like it didn't matter what drugs you did
If you held my hand and put me into bed
It didn't matter what you said
You didn't mean any of the bad
You'd do anything not to see me sad
And I'd do anything not to make you mad

[Verse 3]
The songs I sing along to just make me remember
How fucked up it is that we're not together
So now I barely sing, 'cause I gave my voice to you
I scream from the bottom of my lungs and I hope you feel it when I do and
My hands traced your chest almost every night
You wake to the sound of her sleep terrorized
I couldn't find peace, and if you're wondering, I still can't
I need to be awake to fully understand
There's things you'll never know
'Cause you never fucking asked
And I'll never fucking tell
Things I hate about myself
So many fucking things I hate about myself
I let my guard down and now I need to cleanse myself
[Outro]
I need to cleanse myself
I need to cleanse myself
I need to cleanse myself
I need to cleanse myself