Such a relatable feeling that I feel isolatedly
Trade the box for the matches and the birds for the bees
When unproductive is sad and sadness is unproductive
What else could you expect from the nothing above us
Don't need to see to know it's real
And the proof was how you feel
Don't think about it or it might go away
Have to let go to have it stay
You kept a small spot of things that were mine
I said if you throw them out, well, then that would be fine
And you thought that was sad, and I think you are right
And I couldn't believe you still came over that night
All the time that you had was all the time we could spend
And all the times you were here just to avoid your friends
It always meant so much more than we could dare to say
Or the words never came and the thought went away
Now I don't know where you are
But your shit's still in my car
And I still think that you were right
So I'll throw it all away tonight