That blue coffee cup isn't of much use now
It collects change to fund the things that I'm not proud of
My friends all say that I have changed; forgot my roots and lost my way
Perhaps I've shifted since last Fall, but your painting still hangs on my wall
And every night you wear a new skirt and I used to care about bu*toned-up shirts
Now I look forward to sleeping in and when the next day will begin
The next drink might swallow me, I know I shouldn't lift my lips to see
But after everything you put me through, I'm allowed to be as sad as you
I'm allowed to be as sad as you