What am I supposed to do with all this time, when I'm not thinking of you
And I don't know how to be at home, anytime, anyplace, it doesn't matter anymore
So, you, you're not replying anymore, had a cordial back and forth for eighteen months
And now I know, there's nothing left for me
Wedding pics on Facebook, holy shit
That's okay
I'll just sit here and f*cking cry about I don't know
Why am I like this anyway
Why am I like this anyway
Why am I feeling the way I do
There's no reason for it, oh yeah, I guess it's you
I hope there's never another version of me
Not for you
Not for anyone else
I'm just a narcissistic motherf*cker at the end of the day
And I try to think I'm not, but everybody knows it in their head
Love you, goodbye