The months came back to haunt me
Ever since we fought at the store
When you said I'm not the one dying
I played along until you got bored

I can’t explain how I'm acting
Hidden in a cover song
A victim or just pretending
To be empty between two lungs

Been tired

Pack the van
Forget the rest
I retire
We’re moving west
My lungs fill with suburban air
I swear by bits that fade and disappear
Rescind my friends, they aren’t there

It’s not that I’m into punishment
I’m scared of change and I’m cognizant
There’s more to be

Missed the connection to the 1 train
How much of me is still the same
From when I met you

Down and over the Brooklyn Bridge
Back into the city you live
With a “Hey, stranger”

Do you still leave when it’s getting late?
And feign your love for the ones you hate?

Wait
I'm going for that walk I meant to take
Three months ago

This place
Didn’t leave this rancid a taste
In my mouth before

What am I good for?
Was it wrong for you to know?
Why am I here for
Friends who will finally shut their front doors?

And I ne

Stone cold
Looks in the rear view
I won’t shut up again
Holding your tongue
Your white knuckles say it all

And the secrets
The side view mirrors keep
Glances that are ten years old
No one can see me
Feeling small once more

We coast
Through these fl

Losing my mouth
My fingers break
You were every dream
A quiet mistake

The power runs out
The water runs thin
I know it's time
And how to begin

I spent the last of you
On groceries
Easier to curse myself
Than a faceless enemy

Your spot in my h

Frizzy hair caught in the rain again
A different friend's house this time last weekend

Watching the dew dry for old time's sake
Enjoy the last of your teenage mistakes
Before August ends

Past the diner on the way to the bank
You say sorry, but I say thanks

The t

Taking my time
Circle the room
A part of me
I seek in you

I take a knife
To a single hair
Eventually
There’s nothing there

I wanted out
I wanted out
This fucking house
I wanted out

The deed undone
Seconds to live
Mythologize
Mysel

Is this all we got?
Sisyphus only takes so much
Ready when you are
We can grab food when it's done

Cut this string off of me
Dye my hair back to you
Before we go to sleep
Desperately remembering each other

Saving my likes for similes
Radio silence murders

Blessed hedonist
What's there to think about
Stomach hits the couch
Gracefully again

Reading on the web
Self-hatred at the bookends
And it'd be a godsend
If I ever outlive this

Teenage malaise
Buried in sheets for days
Teenage malaise
Burnt out for

Come quick, this time it’s dire
A childhood home set on fire
I’m digging a ditch in the yard
Not more than 13 years old

Can’t I blame you for everything
Market crashes, mood swings
Busted my lip for nothing
Personal hell, Wyoming

Cake at the municipal pool