The apartment's empty.
That makes this our mess to either lie down in or clean up.
I did all the math bud.
We're going to be best friends.
We'll work out in our heads we're not the reason
Everyone else left.
We built our own hells.
The good news is that means I know every way out.
I wanted a room with a view from beneath the neon.
To finally rest easy in the kitchen sink.
So safe and sound asleep.
The view from lying on the carpet
Never changed my perspective
I will take the love they hand me and
When left alone, be understanding.
I don’t need it the way I did
Back when I was young.
Man, Karl's okay.
He could be someone new if he wanted.
I might someday.
Quit my job and the cold comfort,
Move away. Pack the best books on the shelf and give chase.
Cut my hair off.
Shed the dead weight.
We’re all busy pacing our own cage.
I guess that I forget that some days.