I play a game where I see how many mean things I can write during my all night shift at the restaurant. Didn’t think I’d still be here at 25.

I’ve been arguing in my head. Nothing changes but nothing stays the same.

I came over cause it’s something that I used to do. Had always given myself to you, even though I was seeing someone new. It gets better man, it gets better.

I still hope that you'll reappear, ‘cause everything that you left behind is still here. It couldn't last but how do you think you would have made out this year?

Random acts of hopelessness, I'm too old for this. Judging distances with smoke. I quit ‘cause I’m too broke but four cigarettes isn’t too far to go.

I’ve been arguing in my head.

I came over cause it’s something that I used to do. Had always given myself to you, even though I was seeing someone new. It gets better man, it gets better.

I don’t know where I stand, I’m not quite a joke but I’m not quite a man. Just waiting for someone's hands to clean up this mess you planned.

Now I know that you meant it. We all knew that you planned it. Now I know that you meant it. You said you’d stop the train or the traffic.

You used to complain that no one would ever love you. Well fuck you, ‘cause I did. And I think you secretly liked it, being crushed like this. You were the stronger of us though, so of course you’d be the first to go.

Now I know that you meant it. We all knew that you planned it. Now I know that you meant it, you said you’d stop the train or the traffic.

I came over cause it’s something that I used to do, had always given myself to you.