| My hands are sticky from tangerines |
| I stick my gum on my magazines |
| I can no longer fit in my jeans |
| Never been so low on dopamine |
| I hate that picture on my dresser |
| I look happy with you times were better then |
| I’ll keep nursing on this Dr Pepper |
| Time goes on and on and on forever |
| One Mississippi two Mississippi |
| I keep count it keeps me busy |
| You’re not with me |
| I’m so tipsy |
| Swear to god that you still miss me back |
| Watching these light bulbs burn out the lamps |
| The clock on my mantel has frozen hands |
| We’re feeling fragile like potted plants |
| That cloud looks just like you at first glance |
| I hate that picture on my dresser |
| I look happy with you times were better then |
| I’ll keep nursing on this Dr Pepper |
| Time goes on and on and on forever |
| One Mississippi two Mississippi |
| I keep count it keeps me busy |
| You’re not with me |
| I’m so tipsy |
| Swear to god that you still miss me back |
| One, two, three |
| And you haven’t answered me |
| Four, five, six |
| Put my hand up in a fist |
| Seven, eight, nine |
| Should we take it as a sign |
| Time goes on and on and on |
| One Mississippi two Mississippi |
| I keep count it keeps me busy |
| You’re not with me |
| I’m so tipsy |
| Swear to god that you still miss me back |
| Miss me back |
| Will you still miss me back |
| Miss me back |