Текст песни his clothes - sad brad

I'm all alone, my mama hopes one day you'll come right back to me,
come back, back home
Come fucking back home
I wish you well, I wish you would
I wish you'd call, I wish you knew the things you should

Oh no, oh no, oh no
Oh fu-fu-fucking no, oh no
Oh fucking no, oh oh oh oh
I don't fucking know, oh oh oh oh

Oh fucking no, oh oh oh oh
I fucking know, I fucking don't
I fucking don't know shit about nothing, neither do you
Fuck

You said you loved me, I know I'm not dreaming or imagine things, I
Oh God, it's so fucking, it's so fucking hard trying to live without you
Cause you were my favorite, even though I couldn't admit it, admit it
God, I hope, I hope the next boy that you love holds you close, holds you close
I fucking hope, I fucking hope
I hope the next boy you let touch you holds you close, you close

I hope he holds you close, lets you wear his clothes
Holds you when you're cold, when you're cold
I hope he holds you close, he lets you wear his clothes
Holds you when you're cold, when you're cold

Holds you close, fuck, cause you're always cold, you're always cold
I hope he holds you close, lets you wear his clothes
Holds you when you're cold, cause you were always fucking, always fucking cold

You were always so cold
You were so cold, always fucking cold
You were so fucking cold
You were always cold

I never let you wear my clothes
Never held you when you're cold
Never held you close
I never let you wear my clothes
I never fucking held you when you're cold
And I never fucking held you close
I should of fucking held you
Should of fucking held you
Should of fucking held you close

okay, love you, bye