I know
That you're going places
And I know
That you're running away
From me

You know
That I only write songs
Which don't really
Play well on guitars
Baby

Maybe you are somewhere
Tryna fix us in your head or
Maybe I didn't make it
To the credits instead

So I'll gather the
Harmonied chits that you sent
And all of the times
You said we should stay friends
Tell your new lovers
Cause they'll never know
I'm happy
I'm happy
But it doesn't show

I want to give you back
The shot glass
I want to give you back
The pins
I want to give you back
The hotel
I want to give you back
The gin
You said
"It's my choice to be silent
It's your choice to cry
What do you think will come out of this
What are you trying?"

You said don't put this on me
So I won't

So I'll gather your lipstick
Your white cardigan
And all of the I told you so's
from your friends
They'll never know
Cause I'm out of your screens
I'm happy
I'm happy
I'm happy

And I wanna get to
Know why you could ever say that
You tried now I'm
Crying in the back seat
Want you to look at me
But you're just asleep

And I wanna know if
You feel clean now
If our story's your bad dream now
You didn't give a reason
Wait till I would treason
So you could say it's me

You need kindness, patience
Good vibrations
Things beyond my reach
But you'll never be the one to say
You hurt me
Maybe I misjudged you
Maybe you wouldn't speak
But I'll never be the one to say
You hurt me