Phoebe Bridgers Bobby

I saw you slow dancing alone in your room And I wanted to buy you a new pair of shoes Now you're walking around with my heart on your sleeve And I am right here bleeding So you followed me home like you'd done it before And you had to bend over to get through the door And if you didn't like either one of my friends I'd kill them, I'd kill them Bobby, this could be the end of wanting Now I sleep in your shirts And you live in my house You sing in the shower I talk to myself We've got stars on the ceiling and clothes on the floor And a thing in a box I don't touch anymore Bobby, this could be the end of wanting I exist only if you're watching This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end This could be the end Now I don't know if I can make it tonight But what are you doing the rest of my life, Bobby?