I know, I know
I should be better
I think I am to some degree
I can’t explain why it gets harder
The more people count on me
Maybe it’s all in my head
And nothing’s changed
And I’m still in the basement
With no tattoos or mortgage payments

I’m not so good with tenses
I’m tensing up thinking about
What I’m supposed to call you now
It takes a lot to shake me
But my body breaks to figure out
How to leave the past behind
When it’s around all of the time
And I don’t know what I should call you now

I don’t believe that anyone
Runs from their past so easily
Unless they run towards someone else
And I’ve seen you lacing up for years
I guess your future looks great
Well, good for you
You’re still my inspiration
But less in tune and more abrasive

Ex sounds dirty
I can’t say it
It sounds so final
And I’m still praying
For the worse or for the better
We’re nothing now
We’re just two letters
I hope you understand
I’m not prepared to call you just a friend