So it's over now and
the dashboard lights tell
you what to do go home
and sleep because tomorrow morning you'll have to see this through downtime got
all these tripwires running through my mind not what he needed past time to draw
the line some sad joy you take in staying distant and you're sure you're so complex well tell me what's so novel about indifference to the lasting effects so you're older now gotta be less reckless in what you do time to tell the truth you feel nothing despite the warmth
he thinks he's dredged from you some days I know it in
my bones shouldn't have to
be this way but the gloss of history says foregone conclusion babe and it's true in some antiquated fashion you pare your needs and aim for dispassion while you try so hard not to ask what happened you said it best you're not the first to get my worst
