I fucking wish that Kat would come home
Like I do this time each year
When I have trouble letting go
Letting go of everything

And I don't do heights
I can't fold in a straight line
I barely drive at night
I barely see you at all
And my tram line passes by
The parklands where you and I
First dunk and touched each other
Back in February sometime
And I really loved you lover
But we got caught up and lost each other
To someone else skies
There's someone else in your bedroom and mine

But as if you can't tell
I'm getting worse as well

But I can't stop, feeling like I can't stop
I feel like if I was to stop, I'd lie dead in my mid 20's
And maybe I should quit, and just give up on everything
Just give up on everything, that's ever meant anything

And I can't stop, feeling like I can't stop
I feel like if I was to stop, I'd lie dead in my mid 20's
And maybe I should quit, and just give up on everything
Just give up on everything, that's ever meant anything

But as if you can't tell
I've gotten worse as well