i moved to the mountains and wrote some soothing songs. i heard you got fucked at a party, i'm glad you're moving on.
after every disaster, i've learned that there's a time and place for any one to pull anything and honestly i didn't think that i would be so right about everything. a fucking flake, real cool for a fake. a low blow cheaper than a high school date. and honestly should've seen you coming from a mile away.
don't be so predictable.
i fucked up and moved back to the city as only words can express. i tripped up finding higher ground but nothing could repress my empty expectations in finding what was left. the pieces of your blueprint soaked in everclear, the way you kept me dragging round year after year. you grab out through the ear piece, but there is no one here.
after every disaster, i've learned that there's a time and place for any one to pull anything and honestly i didn't think that i would be so right about everything. a fucking flake, real cool for a fake. a low blow cheaper than a high school date. and honestly should've seen you coming from a mile away.