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