"Basically married right out of high school Five years of gettin’ high and fightin’ at a drive-thru When he hit twenty-one, they made a son But on his twenty-second birthday, the relationship was done Now he’s got a best friend instead of a wife But he feels like he stole the best years of her life After that, it was one codependent to the next A lotta love, a lotta hate and a little bit of great sex Self-learning in between the self-loathing Strangled in a cycle, can’t feel yourself choking”
You can try to fix my wings, you can know all the words to the songs I sing. But you don’t need to know what’s wrong with me, unless you think you’re gonna come home with me.
Cause I can leave so what, now what, so where do I go? Cause I could imagine myself throwing all my clothes inside a suitcase without bothering to fold them.