It doesn't even matter anymore
I'm lying on the floor
Staring at my cellphone
The downfall of my sanity
Just a fixture on the wall
I'm treated just like property
Yet I will still drive 30 minutes
Freezing cold, short sleeves, complacent generosity
F*ck it
Just wishing you a happy anniversary, Ana
Turn your back and I will follow
I know I always say that