“For the first time in his life he realized there’s times
When you can’t make it alone
So now you’re giving advice as if you had the right
To use a word like love
It’s a negotiable term, what gets said’s not what is heard
So it’s different then for everyone
But you keep hanging around that college town with your new life your new lover you found
And you are keeping her up at night bringing her down
She’ll watch you drink yourself to death but won’t ask you
Is this really what you want?
Or are you just sticking with it now cause it’s all you got?”
Whenever I fall into this I can never tell if I’m really depressed or really happy.
I keep getting really excited about things, and then I realize I’m moving. Goddamnit.
