Don't think I've been this nervous with a cold drink
In my two hands, saying no thanks
Like any way it goes cause I know things
They shouldn't have told me
Now I'm thinking what for
Hanging by a sentence at the drug store
Barely even steady out the front door
Hate my own shit, but I love yours
Fuck I really love yours

7 in the afternoon, half asleep, count the cars
All I think about is you constantly, that's the hard part
Static on the line, I hear it all the time
But I'm quiet when you make me fade