Live in a house full of all my stuff

I’m grown up, grown up, grown up

But I can’t be sure of

When the last time was I loved someone

So what, so what, so what

It feels hard enough to come home and make myself sleep

Eat three square meals, wash my face, brush my teeth

And find a soulmate in which I don’t believe

If that means a lot well I don’t think it means it to me

Have no time to let in someone new

That’s not true, not true, not true

Should find a better excuse

For why I’m scared of what I can’t un-lose

I’ll make room, make room, make room

So I can tell you the thoughts that I’ve been holding in

We’ll both pretend you’re not sleeping with him

I understand now that the means always end

So let’s find out if we’re mutually friends

I’m sorry (sorry, sorry, sorry)

If you’re sorry (sorry, sorry, sorry)

I'm sorry (sorry, sorry, sorry)

If you’re sorry