I want your things in my room I miss you all of the time I stalk myself on the internet Just to see what you'll find I want your things in my room I miss you all of the time You make it look so easy Leaving everything behind I like when it's dark out October will cure me I'm walking these woods Am I thirty or thirteen? Not asking for much, man Thought maybe you'd call me I'd slit my own throat Just to see if you'd mourn me I want your things in my room I miss you all of the time I stalk myself on the internet Just to see what you'll find I want your things in my room I miss you all of the time You make it look so easy Leaving everything behind Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh I want your things in my Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh I want your things in my You look so cool getting high No handlebars, you wanna fly You look so cool, I wanna die Is it too soon to say what's on my mind? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh I want your things in my Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh I want your things in my