Another night spent in this bed but I'll be alright. Another ride home tonight.
Halloween night spent yelling out the windows, life had never felt so good. I'm moving on sitting on a couch till midnight getting over how you ruined the way I look at relationships and how I've got to dig myself out of this grave I won't be here anymore.
None of us even care anymore.
Wasting my time we were just wasting gas on this ride going nowhere at all. And we were both well aware that the way we were treating each other wasn't fair and now I'm lucky if I can smile at all.
Is it coincidence that a week ago this bed served another purpose? I've been drowning myself in this cheap tea because we used to go out and get coffee. I just want to wash those memories out of me.
It's like we're under compensating for something. The best thing I can do right now is to force a smile and try to move on.