I'm sorry babe, you'll never be able to wipe away this constant look of discomfort on my face

I need another you to help me find a way to waste away these days 'cause theres too many in the way

It's such a drag to go out every Friday to find someone new whos down to kick it in my room

And at my old school I used to think things were so cool, but I just smoked weed in my room and started fights with you

But you know me better than anyone else
You took my hand and I dragged you through hell
And I no longer feel like a shell
But a bloated sequel to a movie where the hero never helps
and turns out just to be a dick
Who traded all the love he had just to drink 'till he feels sick
You texted me today and I tried to stay a step away
So I wouldn't slip and fall into all my old cyclical ways
Even though I would love nothing more than to curl up next to you at the end of my awful days
All my terrible days.


from Cant but good luck, released April 20, 2017



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