I found all my old things packed in cupboards, stubbornly waiting for me, hung limp and splayed.
Go on, let the day end. You don't need to stay awake so many hours, so long, so late.

Let it come completely. Let it come and leave me. I know that there's no other way.
Keep on write and reading. Keep on write and reading and maybe that will help it go away.

You're my one and only.
You're my one and only.
I could not replace you if I tried,
I miss you more and more each day since we parted ways.
Maybe I was wrong, if so, ok.

I don't miss the weather, but I miss the water
and I miss my sister and both of my brothers
because I'm drunk as hell on this bench in the dark,
and I hate this city, and I hate this park.
I still feel the same unmistakable ache,
and I feel like a liar when we're face to face.
I still look for comfort in all the wrong places
these repeated mistakes, it's always the same shit.

Well, it's nice to know where you will be.
It comes and it goes, so suddenly.
Oh my god, I feel so blue.