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Track: This is what the drugs are for
Artist: Gracie Abrams
Album: Good Riddance (Deluxe)

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Name: Gracie Abrams
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American singer-songwriter, born September 7, 1999, Los Angeles, California. Sister to [a15523185], their father is [a654496].

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Release: Gracie Abrams, Aaron Dessner - The Good Riddance Acoustic Shows (Live)
Year: 2024
Genres: Pop
Styles: Indie Pop

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LYRICS

This is what the drugs are for
Turn the lights off on the comedown
I still get emotional
When I think about your old house
Hopefully, the high
Works to change my mind

Now, I feel you in my room
Haven't seen you in a lifetime
What am I supposed to do
When you used to be my lifeline?

I've counted all the days
Since you walked away

Look, now I'm alone again
I've gotten used to sleepin' here without you
Though I've tried, I can't pretend
That I don't sit around and think about you
When all I ever do is think about you

In the middle of the night
I got caught inside a fever
I almost called a hundred times
Just to ask if you might leave her

She appears in dreams
Chasin' after me

Look, now I'm alone again
I've gotten used to sleepin' here without you
Though I've tried, I can't pretend
That I don't sit around and think about you
Look how I just lost a friend
I'm buried in your things inside my bedroom
Old distractions, in the end, don't work
I'm left to sit and think about you
Like all I ever do is think about you

I'm still waitin' by the phone
I painted my life in the goal
Kinda of blue, I hate to know, oh
How everything turns kinda cold

Look, now I'm alone again
I've gotten used to sleepin' here without you
Though I've tried, I can't pretend
That I don't sit around and think about you
Look how I just lost a friend
I'm buried in your things inside my bedroom
Old distractions, in the end, don't work
I'm left to sit and think about you
Like all I ever do is think about you