"Basement" lyrics
"Basement"
You're saying words but they just don't make sense not anymore
You're lying lifeless on your fathers fucking basement floor
Did the drugs help so much
I wish you weren't walking but I guess you got a crutch
I'm so sorry I just can no longer help you
You're just a shadow of the boy that I once knew
I don't need you do everything for me
I just wish you valued me like you value a bag of weed
The toxicity it's constant availability
Has ruined a friendship that's existed since the 7th grade
I'll always love you for who you are
But I'll always hate you for what you've done
I'm so sorry I just can't do this anymore
Our friendships gone fuckin' lifeless, walk straight to the fucking door
I don't need you do everything for me
I just wish you valued me like you value a bag of weed
I'm so sorry I just can no longer help you
You're just a shadow of the friend that I once knew
I don't need you do everything for me
I just wish you valued me like you value a bag of weed
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