Maybe I'm just bitter
And maybe you just don't give a f*ck
About the things
That were supposed to be
Just a little more than dumb luck
So put me to sleep in this bed that we've made
The pillows are made of stone
And the sheets are a similar shade of gray
I wish that you had said that we had nowhere to go
Maybe I wouldn't have wasted so much time speaking so slow
Like the train we rode that jumped that stretch of track
The last time I saw you I knew that you were never coming back