Mynus_grey - Old Things

You send me these letters, I never respond
Whenever we talk, I just sit on the phone
I don't know where to start, I stare at the stars
Don't know where we're going, I go with my heart
I got too many old things
Too many old things collecting dust in my bedroom
I keep them so I won't forget you
She hit me up: "What you doing today?"
Probably smoking and losing my faith
I stare at my wall and I put on your t-shirt and think of your face
I'm sick of this place, it's got too many old things
Too many old things collecting dust in my bedroom
I keep them so I won't forget you

She'd rather die than to live in the moment
Go out to sea and get lost in the ocean of all of the ways we disguise all out coping
Damn, we're so hopeless
I'm just trying to be honest
I ain't seen you since August
I'm so sick of re-falling
Everything had then we lost it
Maybe we'll meet up in college
So I'm stuck with your notes
And your Instagram posts
They haunt me like ghosts
I'm doing my most but I'm still on my ropes
And she still has my soul
I guess that's how it goes
All these mementos, they eat at my soul

But hey, we all make mistakes
Too many feelings get mixed with emotions and ruined by hate
I'm choosing my ways
I love how my hands used to wrap 'round your waist
She hit me up: "What you doing today?"
Probably smoking and losing my faith
I stare at my walls and I put on your t-shirt and think of your face
I'm sick of this place, it's got too many old things
Too many old things, it's got too many old things
It's got too many old things collecting dust in my bedroom
It's not my fault I don't know how to let go
I keep them so I won't forget you

Jesus Christ gave her revelations
We live amongst the stars but got caught in the constellations
And we're afraid to fall, so we live in the hesitation
She says she's never sober and she'd die without medication
So why are we waiting?
I asked her: What are you waiting for?
She says she's waiting for true love
Damn, I guess you're waiting a real long time then
But maybe I can keep your company 'till you find it

Open your arms
Sometimes I feel like we know who we are, but I know that we don't
We just pray to our idols and gods
Send me your feelings in cards
Send me these letters I'll never respond
Whenever we talk, I just sit on the phone
I don't know where to start, I stare at the stars
Don't know where we're going, I go with my heart
I got too many old things, too many old things
I got too many old things, I got too many old things
Collecting dust in my bedroom
Collecting dust in my bedroom, I keep them so I won't forget you

Written by:
Jack McCarthy

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