No matter where you go to you can still sit on a couch
You can still sleep 'till it's dark outside, you can still just hang around
You can still not make new friends, you can ignore the ones you have
You can always ostracize yourself and you can forget how to laugh

Problems are all I create
I live in four month mistakes

So can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not?

Upon my last trip back there I remembered why I left
All their flakiness, my shakiness and the friends I never met
But I didn't feel relief, in fact I just felt more regret
With a higher wage and a Metrocard I could deal with loneliness

Problems are all I create
I live in four month mistakes

So can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not?
And in four months when it finally gets warmer
I'll have already planned more disorder
When I'm comfortable and feel like I'm in my place
I'll be on my next mistake

Another boring story, another problem self imposed
Another boring story, another problem self imposed

Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?
Can we leave today and start the next mistake?
Or am I fucked this time, can we not go away?

Blah blah blah, problems self imposed
Blah blah blah, problems self imposed