Phone calls to my bad habit
I’m finding resolve as we’d undressed
This isn’t what, yeah what I meant to be
This place it’ll never do anything for me.
I’d give it all away for progress
Anything that’s not a fucking basement
And isn’t ironic to think that we see
Eye to eye on everything but irony
I know it seems like I am a defeatist
But in reality I’m not quite the realist
I’m the one living on the downside of everything
I call it real life, and it’s the closest thing to living
It’s not that I think I’m defeated
I’m dragging you down like a bad habit
Just look at this place it’s shrouded in irony
Of something that reminded me of a memory
And if things work out tonight,
they’ll go exactly as we had once planned.
Yeah, if things turn out tonight,
You’ll know I’m completely and utterly terrible with plans.
Just keep me in sight,
Because I’m sinking into the night,
But I think we’ll be all right…
I think, I’m done with everyone I had met prior to three years ago.