I'm at the end of my rope
I fashioned into a noose
God, it's been such a shitty winter
Such a shitty winter

Filled with beer tabs, and bottle tops
Keggers, and run-ins with the cops
We made out like bandits and got caught red-handed

So yeah, I wore my heart on my sleeve
And I mistook your drunkenness for sincerity
Chalk it up to experience
Fuck it up to experience

And still I clinged to this
The late night phone calls
And this perfect connection
Through bad reception

Yeah, right
Yeah, right

Is it hanging up or hanging out?
Hanging up or hanging out?

Missed trains, busy signals
Stalling cars