Lyrics

You tell me everyday Where would I be without you Oh, I don't even know It's the middle of September I slept maybe for an hour I have to make a flight by seven I'll be gone just for the weekend For two shows outside of Philly That will pay my rent completely I feel kinda sick like always I'm not ready There are still glass shards in the kitchen From the glass jar that I broke when I poured in boiling water I was less shocked by the shatter Than that I never saw it coming Ethan said, when we were younger That weird summer in Columbus "Things are written so big that you can't even see them." We are driving to the airport Fighting about something I read later it's not uncommon To not be able to remember Any details or how you got there Like what even really happened? Never really even mattered And you tell me I'm included But I always feel like nothing While your friends whisper about my weight And how they can see the outline of my stomach through my t-shirt See my skeleton climb out of my fucking mouth And start running away from this as fast as possible Leaving it to some other hapless fucker To get tricked into forgetting And having fights they can't remember I hope you feel perfect I hope that you stay famous I hope that your fans write poems to you About how you truly changed them And I hope they squeal and preen And tell you how you're so amazing that they can't even process it I hope that no one ever knows you On some broken, rainy morning Before the sun clears through the clouds In a sky that is eternally apologizing Walk alone down to the banks of the rising river And with your hands in the sand Dig a small patch of ground And lie there repeating "I was wrong" Until either you feel better or the slow waves overtake you Neither one will happen You tell me everyday Where would I be without you Oh, I don't even know