“I’m in my bed
And you’re not here
And there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands
Forget what I said
It’s not what I meant
And I can’t take it back
I can’t unpack the baggage you leftYou said you cared
And you missed me, too
And I’m well aware I write too many songs about you
And the coffee’s out
At the Beachwood Café
And it kills me ‘cause I know we’ve run out of things we can sayWhat am I now?
What if I’m someone I don’t want around?
I’m fallin’ again”Falling – Harry Styles
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