I'm starting to appreciate
The nothingness the Midwest makes
Me feel with every bare branch that I see
It's just like it was this time last year
Except my head's a little more clear
These days, there is is no foggy haze and you

You are so nonchalant and I
Lose a part of myself every time

I guess now that I've made my bed
And filled myself with existential dread
The only thing to do is get over it
And I still can't smoke your cigarettes
Anytime that I get way too stressed
Because they get me more choked up than you

You are so nonchalant and I
Lose a part of myself every time