Suddenly a cold front hits and I'm sixteen again
Crying at parties and slitting both my wrists
I'm sorry I always say I'd rather be dead
And that I only ever call my friends when I'm sad
Every weekend
Like how about the weather
And how is your semester going
It's been warm for the past few days
And I haven't been doing anything
Suddenly a cold front hits and I'm sixteen again
Crying at parties and slitting both my wrists
I'm sorry I always say I'd rather be dead
And that I only ever call my friends when I'm sad