Austin Rogers — All Your Stuff in My Apartment

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I got your combs
And your ripped up jeans
You know, I charge my phone
By your little piggy
From the claw machine

I got your boots
I got your vape
And even your hanger
For your lingerie

That we both know
You didn’t leave behind
But maybe I
Don’t really mind

That you got all your stuff
In my apartment
I think you brought enough
Of all your stuff
To start my heart again
I know sometimes
I might seem
Like I’m hesitant of what it means
But I can’t lie
It’s kind of nice
With all your stuff

My fridge is filled
With your Erewhon sh*t
And there’s no room
In my bathroom
With your girl things I don’t get but

I’ve gotten to like changing my sheets
And finding your hair ties down at my feet

And waking up
Just thinking of
My nights before
As I’m smelling that oil in the thing that you put on my drawer

‘Cause you got all your stuff
In my apartment
I think you brought enough
Of all your stuff
To start my heart again
I know sometimes
I behave
Like I’m your hair plugging up my drain
But I can’t hide
I can’t
Hide
From all your
Little texts taking up my head
Like it isn’t too much
And all of your
Late nights feeling like
You’re getting me to open up

But when I’m
Sitting in the middle of my room
And I’m
Holding that photo from the photo booth
I see
You looking at me

Like I got all your stuff
In my apartment
I think you brought enough
Of all your stuff
To start my heart again
I know sometimes
That you fear
I won’t tell you what you want to hear
But I can try
I can try
Oh
I can try
If you give me just a little more time
With all your stuff
With all your stuff
With all your stuff