Oh Dakota, I just don't know what I want
But you're so devoted, it makes me feel like you're everything I'm not
You're a settled strip of sheetrock with a flowerbed on top
I'm the mess in the middle that never gets cleaned up
Oh Dakota, you're angrier than I thought
But I should have known it, I drive you nuts when I act so scattershot
I'm a shitty set of tires looseleaf thin, carved out, and popped
I can't get you nowhere until I get patched up
There were reasons for your 'accidents', I know that now;
I wish I'd known it then, when I was hating us both in these spastic fits
Now I look at you and my chest just caves
Either we're miserable or we laugh in bed all day
A steady stream
Broken up by the constant shock of history
All the fucked up things you said to me
I'm guilty of acting so selfishly
We broke our own hearts, Dakota
So take this awkward song as a substitute for our dialogue
Frozen on an endless loop
I just didn't know what else to do
Oh Dakota
