I know I've been lying to myself
It's hard to differentiate
the things that I create from what is real
and that's real
And I know I've been making it harder every single day
it's hard to differentiate
the memories I make from how I feel
So here we are
sipping on a cigarette, hoping that we don't forget
who we are
So here we are
tangled in the seatbelt of the backseat of your car
sing along to shitty songs in the backseat of your car
I wanna watch the moisture from your tear ducts
running down your nose
Never had the guts to say it
but always wanted to tell you no
And it's so fucking hard just keeping my face straight
listening to you tell me you're sorry
So here we are
talking about our regrets, hoping that we never get that far