It's halfway summer and we haven't talked
Not a word just throwin some smiles
My mind's like
Don't you even start to make things up
This shit is overrated, overplayed and frankly
I don't want to think too much
You know how it hurts my heart
Even so it makes me want, to
Run away, back to bed, in my dreams, looking back
Runnin' down the aisle of the grocery store
See you, pickin up that bottle of gin
I might, stick around just to see some more
Maybe, walk right up to you wearing a grin
Its turning winter, the sky's gone grey
Almost a year but it feels the same
Today I'm
Think I'm finally gonna make a change
Or else I'll feel like I'm a piece of shit and maybe
Things will start to make more sense
Then I'd maybe pull my weight
Even though it's hard enough, just, to
Turn it back, make things right, like before
Runnin' down the aisle of the grocery store
See you, pickin up that bottle of gin
I might, stick around just to see some more
Maybe, walk right up to you wearing a grin
