I want your things in my room

I miss you all of the time

I stalk myself on the internet

Just to see what you'll find

I want your things in my room

I miss you all of the time

You make it look so easy

Leaving everything behind

I like when it's dark out

October will cure me

I'm walking these woods

Am I thirty or thirteen?

Not asking for much, man

Thought maybe you'd call me

I'd slit my own throat

Just to see if you'd mourn me

I want your things in my room

I miss you all of the time

I stalk myself on the internet

Just to see what you'll find

I want your things in my room

I miss you all of the time

You make it look so easy

Leaving everything behind

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I want your things in my

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I want your things in my

You look so cool getting high

No handlebars, you wanna fly

You look so cool, I wanna die

Is it too soon to say what's on my mind?

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I want your things in my

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

I want your things in my