I still got a drawer I still got a drawer Filled up with your things And I haven't sent them off Haven't sent them off To be honest, it still stings Well, I still got your notes Still got your clothes Still got your lipstick On my pillowcases I should feel the sparks Disconnect these claws Pulling my heartstrings It's like every fight has disappeared Every reason seems unclear Three months ago this all made sense And I'm trying not to second-guess Oh, I'm Tryna remember the bad Tryna remember the bad Tryna remember the bad things Tryna remember the bad Tryna remember the bad Tryna remember the bad things Oh, but I'm having a hard time Are we alright? I've been second-guessing every memory Just Tryna remember the bad Tryna remember the bad Tryna remember the bad things