I’m mad at you and I miss you
And I care how you are, but I don’t need to know
I alternate in my journal
Between fuck you and I will never let you go

I think of you when the sun sets
When I’m making coffee
When I see a bird
When I post a song about you online
I wish for you when I’m pretty much anywhere
All the time
Homie, I’m kinda having a hard time
But it’ll be fine
Or it won’t

Can you believe
We were the first to find out that sex complicates things?
We had it good and had to push it
Find out how it’d feel to fall
Tried to see each other different
Now I don’t see you at all
No I don’t see you at all
Can you believe
Our statistically likely predicament
Who in the world could have ever predicted it
Didn’t the numbers know that we were different?
It’s kinda hilarious isn’t it?
Isn’t it?

I’m fleeing the city, I’m fleeing the ache
I’m dropping off your stuff, then I’m leaving the state
Oh wait, you want me to throw it away
What a waste, I’ll hold on to these just in case
We find a way to kinda make
Amends, whether or not we’re friends depends on…
Well I don’t have that much of a sense
I just know we’re not that now

I think of you at the Mapco
At the planet fitness
At the Chick Fil A
When you post a song about me online
I wish for you when I need a friend
We were friends
Good intentions derailed by physical events
But I’m okay again
Or I’m not

Can you believe
We were the first to find out that sex complicates things?
We had it good and had to push it
Find out how it’d feel to fall
Tried to see each other different
Now I don’t see you at all
No I don’t see you at all
Can you believe
Our statistically likely predicament
Who in the world could have ever predicted it
Didn’t the numbers know that we were different?
It’s kinda hilarious isn’t it?
Isn’t it?