Lyrics
There's no studio flats in the country
There's no cupholders in the backseat
I'm not flailing my arms 'cause I'm happy
I'm just a waitress, serving dead meat on Halloween (Halloween)
I've been thinking a lot since my Father died
He left me some money and it hurt my pride
'Cause I don't know how to spend it right
I can barely read my mind (yes, read my mind)
It's no surprise, I close my eyes
Crossing the roads to get closer to you
Catching a cold was the best I can do
And it's no secret, you had regrets
Kissing your face on the living room floor
Your heart don't beat like it did before
I can only see your face when I'm dreaming
I figured it out, yeah, I suck at grieving
I watched The Gilmore Girls for the tenth time
I stop at the episode "Richard dies"
'Cause I don't know how you could read that script
And not go back for another hit (another hit)
There's something I read on the internet
That said, people that rewatch shows like this
Do it to avoid the disappointment
Are more likely to feel exploited (so exploited)
It's no surprise, I close my eyes
Crossing the roads to get closer to you
Catching a cold was the best I can do
And it's no secret, you had regrets
Kissing your face on the living room floor
Your heart don't beat like it did before
I can only see your face when I'm dreaming
I figured it out, yeah, I suck at grieving
Sick to death of late night reading
Stuck in bed with no good reason
I'm not ill and I'm not bleeding
So, why the hell do they call it healing?
If I could hear myself screaming
I'd have something to believe in
I started watching horror movies
But nothing else will ever spook me
Say you wouldn't want me feeling this upset, focus on my breathing
I started playing golf on weekends
But nothing works, I suck at grieving
I suck at grieving, I suck at grieving
I hit the dirt, it's so deceiving
But nothing works, I suck at grieving
I hit the dirt, it's so deceiving
But nothing works, I suck at grieving
I'm in the bed you used to sleep in
God, it hurts, I suck at grieving