I see you’re out again, I hear that you’re doing fine
And I guess that’s okay, I guess I don’t mind
I was a fool back then, I was out of line
I told you I loved you because I felt alive and I don’t
I don’t know
My mother’s old brother’s guitar strings
Have finally broken, like all things do
Am I a piece of who you are now?
Do you carry me around?
Do you cast me out like I do to you?
Like I do to you
Maybe I should grow up
Maybe I should be fine
Or maybe I am make believe
Maybe I am the puppet strings
Maybe I am the spare time you spent between your sheets
Maybe I am the spare time you spent between your sheets
I am the spare time
And your time
And your time
