Empty forty-ounce lying dead on the floor

Carelessly-placed reminders of what you came here for

Trashed basement, flipped over ping-pong table

The stretch marks on my memory flash before me so unstable

And I can only stay to offer bad advice

'Cause there are just some things I can't do twice

Like forget the number of weeks it took

For your hair to reach the back of your head

Narcissistic pessimist

You haven't seen the worst or bеst of me yet

DIY backyard barista

Make mе something sweeter than my promises to her

I'm always stuffing myself in cardboard boxes

Painting my face with question marks and upside down crosses

Strapped to my cheek next to my acid tongue

Where you used to speak so softly

But now you're angry and you claim you're done

Now you're angry well I guess we're done

And I can only stay to offer bad advice

'Cause there are just some things I can't do twice

Like forget the number of weeks it took

For your hair to reach the back of your head

Narcissistic pessimist

You haven't seen the worst or best of me yet

DIY backyard barista

Make me something sweeter than my promises to her

Maybe sometimes I like to talk to spirits

But they don't tell me anything that I don't already know

Maybe sometimes I like to talk to spirits

But they all end up scattered on my dashboard

The windshield wiper's been bent for months, I curse the snow

Maybe sometimes I like to talk to spirits

But they don't tell me anything that I don't already know

Maybe sometimes I like to talk to spirits

But they all end up scattered on my dashboard

The windshield wiper's been bent for months, I curse the snow

Maybe sometimes I like to talk to spirits

But they don't tell me anything that I don't already know

Maybe sometimes I like to talk to spirits

But they all end up scattered on my dashboard

The windshield wiper's been bent for months, I curse the goddamn snow