i wish that i was blonde again
that i was happy and fun again
back in the day when i was feeling alright
i wish that i was home again
that i stuck my fingers down my throat again
back when i still wore pretty skirts and they didn't feel foreign to me

and i made you tons of playlists that i know you never listened to
otherwise you couldn't make the excuse
you were afraid i would hurt you
and what about my drunken ramblings at 2am
when i'd make light conversation
about how i wish you'd want me again

and what about all the times when i said that i was yours
when i told you things i'd never said to anyone before
and what about all the times i told you you were something
and all you said was thank you
and that thank you meant nothing

oh i wish you didn't fear intimacy
especially when it comes to me
i wish you'd let yourself be happy
even though you know it'll end
i wish that you could let yourself
be convinced by a lot of words from my mouth
but you don't listen to what i say
since we stopped going out

and what about all the times when i said that i was yours
when i told you things i'd never said to anyone before
and what about all the times i told you you were something
and all you said was thank you
and that thank you meant nothing

doo doo doo (hah)

and what about all the things
you used to say to me?
when you thought i was the prettiest thing
that yo had ever seen
and what about all the plans i made up in my head?
do they mean nothing anymore?
i guess they're better off dead