She's a sweater in the summer
I don't wanna show up without her
The other side to a bummer
She knows that I got better without her
And I get sick
I get upset
Makin' excuses
And attempt
And attempt
And attempt
And attempt
To make it work or to not make it worse
Well
The moon isn't Mars
And piss isn't art
If I let it get hard
Would it look like cookies to you?
And I'm not a man
I'm just a baby babe
Her bones in my hands
Look like good luck charms too
And we can dream
Of gettin' old
Of not havin' kids
'Cause that's hard to get rid of
And God getting soft- giving up
[Verse 3]
And I won't hear
She didn't ask for it
Bendin' her backwards
She makes it easy to forget all the rest
Make me a glass
Or make an optimist
You give me your best
I'll turn it into the best thing
But I'm not that man
So I get drunk
And I get smart
I got a board
I got a dart
I know hearts aren't hearts
And fallin' apart likely means that it works
Or it means that we won't in the end
And then I get soft- then I get scared of that tremor
And I get sick
Anxiety
Another episode
I don't like me
Another ugly afterthought
After I'm gone
What am I?