Skriver bara saker man kan gråta åt haha

So you decided to leave her
Now she’s crying on the phone
Mumbling something ‘bout the future
She can’t do this shit alone
Honey baby calm the fuck down
Aint the end of a life
Always have to be the funny guy
I was gonna be your wife

Take a step to the bathroom
Nothing makes sense
His razor in the corner
A dried out contact lens
Apple of my eye
Love of my life