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Cliche malaise in a dumb conversation
Predictable drama for 5 AM exits
Fridays they only pick up the recycling
So thank god itâs Monday âcause Iâm useless garbage.
I can relate
Iâd throw me away
They discontinued my train
Now I canât get home
Trade a few beers for crashing on couches
And overstaying your welcome with your parents
Theyâre furrowing brows while they wonder what happened.
Theyâre so fucking bad hiding their disappointment.
They canât relate.
Whyâd you do this to me?
Now they canceled my plane
Iâm on the runway but I canât get home.
All of the things we collected and thought would remind us of the people we wanted to be
Pile up like bricks in a poorly made tote bag thatâs doing its best not to burst at the seams
But sooner or later coffee mugs and magnets are gonna come crashing down onto the street
And youâll stand there holding the tide from your eyes saying
âStop, wait for the good times ahead of me.
I canât think that the best is in back of me.â
Clean up the shards of ceramic
Or leave them for someone who needs it.
Yeah, stop, think good times are ahead of you.
Stop, think, good times are ahead of you.
This isnât the end.
Weâll always be friends.
And weâll smile like weâre falling in love when I see you again.