Talking to him about a girl he spent the day with,
And the song comes on from the time I completely let myself go,
The time that made everything fucked with the one I'm
half-heartedly conversing with,
Tomorrow is the second anniversary of the one who left us,
Will be my second time at his grave and noone remembers.
And I see why it didn't work,
And I see why it won't,
And I'm beginning to see why I'm like I am with him.
Maybe I can answer now his question when I told him was scared.
What am I scared of?
Take your pick.
