rest in the car outside yr house
listening to early modest mouse
i don't know if i want to come in
it only gets weirder my head starts to spin
sleeping with you in different beds
couldn't give a fuck about my meds
i am here and you're someplace else
what's going on everything's a mess
i told you i love you we had a deal
but if i lied what would you feel
what would you say if i lied again
what would you do to ease the pain
rest in the car outside on ice
hate myself for thinking twice
getting higher than the fucking sky
it only gets weirder i'd rather die