Lyrics:

Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don't want to write no song about you
But you show up in everything that I do

Since you've been gone, ain't got nothing to do
I sleep until noon, I wake up and feel bad
I think I miss something I never had

I just wanna unwind, unwind
Everything that makes me feel confined
Sometimes, I hate sunshine
Sometimes, I hate sunshine

Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don't want to write no song about you
But you show up in everything that I do

Now it's a Cold War, who will call first
Try to be productive at work, I just can't
I miss you a lot but I ain't coming back

I just wanna unwind, unwind
Everything that makes me feel confined
Sometimes, I hate sunshine
Sometimes, I hate sunshine

Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don't want to write no song about you
But you show up in everything that I do

(Yeah, yeah)
All your love letters and a pair of Ray-Ban's
I'm growing my beard, moving back in my van
And your side of the bed still smells like you doe
These memories of us is brutal

You know (You know) exactly how I feel
We broke up but you be on my mind still
And the worst type of sadness you could have
Is when you miss something that doesn't miss you back

Put all your stuff in a box in my room
I don't want to write no song about you
But you show up in everything that I do