[Verse 1]
I wish Tracy Chapman was my friend
She would know exactly what to say
Beginnings always hide themselves in ends
At some point I will be okay
[Pre-Chorus]
So I got high when I met you
I got high to forget you
I feel pain I don't want to
But I have to, yeah, I have to
[Chorus]
If I want to move on, move on, move on, move on
If I want to move on, move on, move on, move on
If I want to move on (Move on), move on (Move on), move on (Move on), move on
If I want to move on (Move on), move on (Move on), move on (Move on), move on
[Verse 2]
Went to see some shaman in Malay
To hear some things I wanted to hear
Everyone just wants to feel good
Everyone just wants to disappear
Call up girls that live in my hometown
To help fill up the minutes
Lit a match and saged my house down
It didn't make a difference
[Pre-Chorus]
So I got high when I met you
I got high to forget you
I feel pain I don't want to
But I have to, yeah, I have to
[Chorus]
If I want to move on, move on, move on, move on
If I want to move on, move on, move on, move on
If I want to move on (Move on), move on (Move on), move on (Move on), move on
I know I got to move on (Move on), move on (Move on), move on (Move on), move on
Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don't wanna write no song about you
But you show up in everything that I do
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Since you've been gone, ain't got nothin' to do
I sleep until noon,
I wake up and feel bad
I think I miss somethin' I never had
Ooh, ooh-ooh I just wanna unwind, unwind
Everything that makes me feel confined
Sometimes I hate sunshine
Sometimes I hate sunshine
Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don't wanna write no song about you
But you show up in everything that I do
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Now it's a cold war, who will call first?
Try to be productive at work,
I just can't I miss you a lot, but
I ain't comin' back Ooh, ooh-ooh
I just wanna unwind, unwind
Everything that makes me feel confined
Sometimes I hate sunshine Sometimes
I hate sunshine
Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don't wanna write no song about you
But you show up in everything that
I do Ooh, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah
All your love letters and a pair of
Ray-Bans I'm growin' my beard, movin' back in my van
Your side of the bed still smells like you though
And these memories of us, it's brutal
You know, you know exactly how
I feel We broke up, but you be on my mind still
And the worst type of sadness you could have
Is when you miss somethin' that doesn't miss you back
Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don't wanna write no song about you
But you show up in everything that
I do Ooh, ooh-ooh
