Once again it's five in the morning and I'm alone on your porch couch
'Cause I ruin fucking everything
An angel opens up their upstairs window and beckons down to me
"What's your fucking problem?
And why the fuck are you always like this?
You're so bent about the past but you've got nothing good to miss"
Oh no!
I thought that there was way more to this
But I'm just getting over something
I never took it personally; all the hardcore "Don't believe you's"
No more concrete confidence
No more lying to you through your kitchen window
I can't help it if I lose control
I'll just keep lying to myself and say it's my dad's fault
Oh no!
I thought that there was way more to this
But I'm just getting over something and of course
I'll think that a couple words could fix this
And one day you'll be saying
"I don't hate you, I don't hate you
We just don't talk that much anymore"
"I don't hate you, I don't hate you
We just don't talk that much anymore"
"I don't hate you, I don't hate you
We just don't talk that much anymore"
"I don't hate you, I don't hate you
We just don't"
"I don't hate you, I don't hate you
We just don't talk that much anymore"
"I don't hate you, I don't hate you
We just don't talk that much anymore"