Portmanteau by The Trust Fund Kids Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don’t know why
I think about you
So often
Shouldn’t think about you this often
Congested & still coughin’, congested and
I don’t know why I think about you all the time
Shouldn’t think about you all the time
And i can never think of a rhyme
"Fuck"

[Verse 2]
The memory of you
Is a dusty china plate
From the sale of that estate
I went to a decade ago
A decade a-
I wish we were
I wish we were still friends like my anxiety and panic attacks are friends
Oh god they’re best fucking friends
[Chorus 1]
And she will kill herself for fame, but everyone will still be the same
Everybody wants the art but nobody really wants the pain
And she will kill herself for fame, but everyone will still be the same
I wish we didn’t romanticize this shit, I wish somebody would say it’s lame

[Bridge]
And when the vultures rain down on the estate sale, they come down right, come down like hail
And from the carcass, they take 1970’s formal wear, and something nice and purple to go with that lounge chair

[Chorus 2]
And she will kill herself for fame, but everyone will still be the same everybody wants the art but nobody really wants the pain
And she will kill herself for fame, but everyone will still be the same Everybody wants the art and we are all to blame

I don't know why I think about you