I lost it all in a beach community. Where it was lost is not all that clear to me.
Over the sidewalk, into a slow talk. Call the police.
Told me I’m in the wrong town.
Wait for your cue, ‘cause my scene it ain’t over. Torch up your house while your kids are at home.
What can you do when you’re not getting sober? It’s hard to admit but you’re always feeling alone.
You’re always feeling alone.
Just a few miles down as the streets count backwards, I realize it’s true.
Everything reminds me of you.
I’m drinking moonshine, watching an episode of Daria then episode of Girls then listening to Sister by Kate Nash, all over again. Alone, I’m so happy, yeah! me myself and i, i’m so funny ha ha