what a weird time to be alive i tell myself that it's okay to be wrong sometimes
let's face it, i'm not good at responsibility i'm not really good at much of anything, but i'll try to think of words to say when you're down
what a weird time to say that you care that i'm gone cause i remember when i left you said you'd knew it all along
let's face it, you're not good at showing affection, you're not really good with directions, but you'll try to make up for it with words like "i miss you"