Relations with no complications. Well, they fall out. You’ll want the one that hurt again
Then I’ll have a new one but I’ll want the old one, then I’ll go out. I’ll drink some drinks and get drunk
That won’t leave me very much at all. That will leave me next to nothing
The ride home is straight through the window, is straight... fuck. The road’s closed. The easy way is out again. Then I’ll want the old one, but she’ll have a new one.Then I’m done.And I know I’m alone again, because I’m too fucking proud, but I wanted to say I’m sorry