the hard thing that'll come of living
is the price i'll have to pay
for having gone so many years deceiving
myself like i'm a husband in a god damn shakespeare play

there's girlfriends i didn't care for
and girlfriends i never learned to love
i know it sounds like i've drank enough
but i haven't, and it's friday, and i should be drinking

i'm one hundred pages into a book on world war two
and the two girls next door are singing
i'd hate for it be true, but it's true
but the end to this is never ending