And you went outside
To the neighbors' lawn.
You thought you'd felt a buzzing in your pocket, but you
Must have been wrong.
And you turned around
And your friends are gone.
You wonder how you lost them when you'd held on to them
For so damn long.
And your headphones break
Every month or so
So there's not a song
For the long walk home.
But you'll be safe soon
With the Internet,
Posting some sh** on Facebook that you couldn't know yet
You will soon regret,
Like you're not alone
In an empty bed
And your connection to the world around you isn't
All in your head.
And my heart still breaks
Every month or so
Over little things
So you would never know.
And I spent my life in your living room
Hoping that maybe something would happen soon.
I spent my life in your living room,
Weaving myself into a bottle cap and filter cotton cocoon.
And though the morning comes,
You won't see the sun.
Some nights can last the weekend or a lifetime before
They are ever done.
And though the morning comes,
You won't see the sun.
Some nights can last the weekend or a lifetime before
They are ever done.
And I spent my life in your living room
Hoping that maybe something would happen soon.
I spent my life in your living room,
Drawing myself to life in your old notebooks as a dumb, drunk cartoon,
Weaving myself into a bottle cap and filter cotton cocoon.
We may be laughing now, but I know it won't seem so
Damn funny soon.
You may be laughing now, but I know it won't seem so
Damn funny soon.