Bad Things - Pretty Sister

I still got a drawer

I still got a drawer

Filled up with your things

And I haven’t sent them off

Haven’t sent them off

To be honest, it still stings

Well, I still got your notes

Still got your clothes

Still got your lipstick

On my pillowcases

I should feel the sparks

Disconnect these claws

Pulling my heartstrings

It’s like every fight has disappeared

Every reason seems unclear

Three months ago this all made sense

And I’m trying not to second-guess

Oh, I’m

Tryna remember the bad

Tryna remember the bad

Tryna remember the bad things

Tryna remember the bad

Tryna remember the bad

Tryna remember the bad things

Oh, but I’m having a hard time

Are we alright?

I’ve been second-guessing every memory

Just

Tryna remember the bad

Tryna remember the bad

Tryna remember the bad things