I've felt out how to think about you without thinking you're me

And I don't hope that your room feels empty without me
I hope it feels like home

I've felt out how to think. I mean, I think I have.
I mean, I think I've felt so much that I can't think of anything right now,
but I remember feeling as we sat there on your couch
and listened to the walls all night, feeling I was proud.

And you kind of had a dog.
There were photographs of women on your walls.
There were traffic cones and street signs.
There were paintings that people had painted for you,
And I was there, a thing that you could count among your things,
And I didn't want to kill myself. I didn't want to die.
I didn't even really want to walk home.

Sorry if this is weird.

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Spencer's Old Song song meanings
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