Bad Things

I still got a drawer
I still got a drawer
Filled up with your things
And I haven’t sent them off
Haven’t sent them off
To be honest, it still stings
Well, I still got your notes
Still got your clothes
Still got your lipstick
On my pillowcases
I should feel the sparks
Disconnect these claws
Pulling my heartstrings
It’s like every fight has disappeared
Every reason seems unclear
Three months ago this all made sense
And I’m trying not to second-guess
Oh, I’m
Tryna remember the bad
Tryna remember the bad
Tryna remember the bad things
Tryna remember the bad
Tryna remember the bad
Tryna remember the bad things
Oh, but I’m having a hard time
Are we alright?
I’ve been second-guessing every memory
Just
Tryna remember the bad
Tryna remember the bad
Tryna remember the bad things