i sold my playstation for a new guitar that wasn't worth as much, but it can take you as far as you are good a broken cd changer, i never fixed but totally should a dying cell phone, i never charged but totally could bob and i walked to the convenience store around midnight to buy candy, fruit punch, and sandwiches i'm just doing what I can to make auntie anne's enough for me while i'm over ordering at the rest stop between the turnpike and 123 with the windows down and the radio up screaming the replacements alone on a highway driving home i spent way too much time just waiting in line for things other than cheesesteaks and concert tickets and I'm sick of it she said I had less friends than shitty guitars so i found five friends and they're all in my car now we're just five friends, and we know who we are we're just five friends with shitty guitars

so if there's cracks in the plastic you can blame them on me cause i left the hall light on for the past three weeks (it just won't stick yet) i've been binging on re-runs, i've been making up ground (i just can't hide it) i've been sleeping on couches cause i'm too scared to leave town she said "son that's just a cowboy dream, you don't know who you are, you don't know what you mean but you are so much more, than some empty bottles and an ashtray spilled across the car floor." did you think that i was weird? cause i thought i was weird too with your fancy beer and your foot tattoos i can see myself growing older in all the ways i would need to be, to get your attention she said "son that's just a cowboy dream, you don't know who you are, you don't know what you mean but you are so much more, than some empty bottles and an ashtray spilled across the car floor." so i guess that's how the story went you know i couldn't make the last down payment and the car went to some douchebag in southern jersey and the girl went with her, she couldn't wait for me she said "son that's just a cowboy dream, you don't know who you are, you don't know what you mean but you are so much more, than some empty bottles and an ashtray spilled across the car floor."

goodnight dementia, well i don't need you to tell me what to do arbitrary reasons as to why you don't but you could if you want to hello suburbia, home to all those things i used to love to do hello familiar, last night I could almost swear that i touched you but I can't stop my head from bleeding you should take your own advice, you can go if you want to go i gave into all of my vices but i guess i set the bar too low too much time spent putting things back in the places where they probably shouldn't go she said there's a ticket still available if you want to meet me in monte carlo she writes her lies down on post-it notes, they cover up her walls using plastic shovels to dig our moats, you stumble before you fall collecting pennies for our broken ghosts, i don't want to figure out who is missing who the most, and who's collecting all our doubts but i can't stop my head from bleeding you should take your own advice, you can go if you want to go i gave into all of my vices but i guess i set the bar too low too much time spent putting things back in the places where they probably shouldn't go she said there's a ticket still available if you want to meet me in monte carlo why do i still miss you so bad? i spent all $200 that i probably shouldn't have had trying to force you back into my life, painting my brick walls white but i can't help but losing sleep, and i can't catch my breath i can't help but thinking this isn't over yet you should take your own advice, you can go if you want to go i gave into all of my vices but i guess i set the bar too low too much time spent putting things back in the places where they probably shouldn't go she said there's a ticket still available if you want to meet me in monte carlo

years spent in doctors' offices could not have prepared you for this and twenty dollars of your parents' money in a knock off, pawn shop, pocketbook, did you really think you could pull off a con like this? don’t say that you can’t, we both know that you can come on canada dry, we both know you can tonight don’t say that you can’t, we both know come on canada dry, we both know you can tonight she’s a budding conversationist, with a sarcastic smile, and toxic kiss and she just wants to see the world and her ten pound bag filled with denial, your liar’s teeth, your poison smile she just wants to feel the burn don’t say that you can’t, we both know that you can come on canada dry, we both know you can tonight don’t say that you can’t, we both know come on canada dry, we both know you can tonight and i happen to think that it’s weird that you think it’s so normal to get so wasted and i happen to think that it’s weird that you think it’s so normal to get so fucking wasted

foggy windows and one handed steering a broken radio and marvin gaye and i knew it going in anyway, but i still let my mind start veering i confess that i digress i could talk for hours about a way that a dress can change the uncomfortable outlines and guidelines of my complementary decency, that walks a fine line colored pencil outlines the corners of your back you keep trying to tell me you don't plan on coming back (but I'm calling your bluff) can you tell me what you're going through? well can you help me? cause i'm coming through, i'm coming through, i'm coming through don't you know that i'm coming back for you? something about your simplicity and complete disregard for acknowledging consistencies of handshakes and milkshakes, so I smash in the glass i was sick of being patient as time began to pass colored pencil outlines the corners of your back you keep trying to tell me you don't plan on coming back (but I'm calling your bluff) can you tell me what you're going through? well can you help me? cause i'm coming through, i'm coming through, i'm coming through don't you know that i'm coming back for you? and you already know why i might like you and that's the worst part about you cause you don't need guys like me to wax poetic for hours about you started from the top you never thought it'd be enough but now it's turning out that you're just fine can you tell me what you're going through? well can you help me? cause i'm coming through, i'm coming through, i'm coming through don't you know that i'm coming back for you?

surprise, a reprise of all the red flags that you left in sight i know you never wanted (roses in your garden) but you quit the second it got too hard and i love what you've done with the place free of photographs of my smug face i know you never wanted (me in your garden) but you quit the second it got too hard death by emotion, like you needed any more attention it's just me being me and you fucking it up death by emotion, like you needed any more attention it's just me being me and you fucking it up i commit (to the blur) live fast (die faster) let your morals all slur, make it last (regret after) let you apathy become a resiliency, be a beacon (be a blur) i digress (i concur) that you with you crass comments and complaints you were not designed for social restraints and it's a blessing as much as it's a curse to feel the breeze of a cold shoulder instead of letting it hurt death by emotion, like you needed any more attention it's just me being me and you fucking it up death by emotion, like you needed any more attention it's just me being me and you fucking it up elementary rules, i never understood the syllabus and i think i like you, i just don't know the difference and there are ways we all learn to self-quarantine a rush to the head of kettlecorn and dopamine elementary rules, i never understood the syllabus and i think i like you, i just don't know the difference and there are ways we all learn to self-quarantine a rush to the head of kettlecorn and dopamine and bliss death by emotion, like you needed any more attention it's just you doing you and me fucking this up

so now i'm a hypocrite in a mcdonald's bathroom i just never thought i'd reach such a low point so soon a car full of drug store candy and google maps directions but no where to go so darling don't you waste your precious time you are nothing but a landmine you know i can't chase you anymore (you are nothing but a landmine) you know that i can't come back for you (you are nothing but a landmine) i'll deal with this with a dependency on something other than me for the better part of a decade i might be trembling i might be shaking but i sure as hell know one thing, i'm not fading away so darling don't you waste your precious time you are nothing but a landmine you know i can't chase you anymore (you are nothing but a landmine) you know that i can't come back for you (you are nothing but a landmine) so darling don't you waste your precious time you are nothing but a landmine

i will not dodge your uncomfortable questions i'll just dip, duck, and dive you should know that i thrive on this form of self deprecation a vacation, from your empty apartment as you console the console for being a compartment for condiments but you don't understand the sentiment a lonely rider, I'll be her winona a clean slate or a change of pace it's just you and me, and gas station sushi no awkward tension in between it's just me and you, you can do what you wanna do as long as that something's gotta do with me (it's gotta do with me) yeah, it's gotta do with me i will not submit to your demands if all i am is all i can understand then we're not making any progress a lack of finesse, i guess if the loneliness is all we can talk about then it must be all we really have a lonely rider, I'll be her winona a clean slate or a change of pace it's just you and me, and gas station sushi no awkward tension in between it's just me and you, you can do what you wanna do as long as that something's gotta do with me (it's gotta do with me) yeah, it's gotta do with me and i happen to think that it's weird that you're so normal, so damn seductive a lonely rider, I'll be her winona a clean slate or a change of pace

it's just cobblestone milestones, and sidewalks built from rubble the man on the corner makes eye contact, because he's normally used to more trouble than a couple of kids cursing back and forth spit cuts through fog, like a hot knife, into a cold piece of home or in simpler terms, not being alone or in broader terms, a monogram sewn on an aging throne well it's a city of misfits, going on millennia, forests of forget-me-nots, and misguided cosmonauts, and piece of a thing that is broken, but regretfully so spit cuts through fog, like a memory comes and then goes parlor tricks, have a tendency to change your tone. and if i come to terms, with what we can't find, find my niche within the unknown, Burn baby burn baby burn baby burn, You'll never know how pretty you glow in the dark, when the city goes dark, Burn baby burn baby burn baby burn burn, You'll never know how pretty you will glow, the nightingale alone, on a fence post, next to a coffee shop cafe, feathers on display, if you’re a martyr, is there a signal that shows? she, poor bird, as all forlorn, sidewalks don’t speak, they just wane and then warn, of a decline, but could they be more specific? oh faithful friend, unwavering wings, are you as prepared as me for what the shock soon brings? because the trees don’t speak, there’s no cobblestone poets, so what if fortune never sings? Burn baby burn baby burn baby burn, You'll never know how pretty you glow in the dark, when the city goes dark, Burn baby burn baby burn baby burn burn, You'll never know how pretty you will glow, It's just forget me nots, and misguided cosmonauts, and thick layers of fog that drowned out the applause, and disparaged the cause, and all of it was left to be labeled as free Burn baby burn baby burn baby burn, You'll never know how pretty you glow in the dark, when that city goes dark, I know that I'm gone and I know as it burns, but I'm afraid at this point we have larger concerns burn baby burn baby burn, I know

John wayne, in his purple haze, Whether outside in the storm, or inside, I found ways, To rain on all your parades, As you waltz across the room, all dolled up, please pardon, My intrusions, I hate to not be included, a sick joke that I apologize for making, as my, Dark humor, becomes your, jagged tumor, I'm a wreck, and your a princess, a dying, Breed, a soul to squeeze, a heart to get tangled in puppetry strings, I'm stuck, and your in motion, And it sucks, cause I know, That your ghost is just gonna follow me, Around my empty house, around my empty house, Yeah I know, that your ghost is just gonna follow me, Around my empty house, around my empty house, A cowboy, stuck in his, drug addled ways, Irrational and confident, That I'm prone to be despondent, All dolled up, with nowhere to go, best short dress, for the afterglow, Of dusty lamps, during nights spent alone, If I can't meet you in the middle, I guess I just can't meet you at all, I didn't understand the sentiment, only cement walls and pitfalls and phone calls in an empty basement. so if you think that you're running out of time it's not the only currency escaping me my courtesy may be hard to see, but it's there under layers of callused veins dodges and feints escape artist motifs on passenger trains a doll with diamond studded eyes at this point you must have realized that a fire doesn't burn, without oxygen and at some point growing pains are a weird way of closing in so if you think that you're in a bit of bind lest i need remind that all you feel is outside your mind it floats between the molecules out of touch and without rules you'll find, more than just your own kind And it sucks, cause I know, that my ghost is just gonna follow you, around your empty house, around our empty house. Yeah I know, that my ghost is just gonna follow you, around your empty house, around our empty house. around your empty house, around our empty house. around our empty house.