BULLSHIT, YOU FUCKING MISS ME. THERE, I SAID IT, I GUESS I’LL TALK TO YOU IN A FEW MONTHS, SITTING DRUNK ON THE SIDE WALK; I GUESS I’LL GET UP, I GUESS I’LL GO FOR A WALK. BRUSH MY SHOES AGAINST THE PAVEMENT; I SWEAR THIS HAS GOTTA BE THE HUNDREDTH TIME I’VE THOUGHT OF YOU TONIGHT.
I’m getting sick and tired of the smile that I fake every day
I would love to speak my mind, but I can’t think straight
I would love to feel alive again, but I’m not used to change.
I genuinely tried to warn you
that my heart’s like a ball of twine.
It takes a little time to unwind.