I know I've been lying to myself It's hard to differentiate the things that I create from what is real and that's real
And I know I've been making it harder every single day it's hard to differentiate the memories I make from how I feel
So here we are sipping on a cigarette, hoping that we don't forget who we are So here we are tangled in the seatbelt of the backseat of your car sing along to shitty songs in the backseat of your car
I wanna watch the moisture from your tear ducts running down your nose Never had the guts to say it but always wanted to tell you no And it's so fucking hard just keeping my face straight listening to you tell me you're sorry
So here we are talking about our regrets, hoping that we never get that far