I almost forgot this feeling
To be on the ground kneeling
Right after my head went through the ceiling
Now I'm barely dealing

Its written all over your face
Got to get out, got to get out of this place
Abandoned white socks and wrinkled lace
Guilty of making one or two many mistakes

Now every night I'm a 2AM hot mess
And every day I get a little more heartless

Never by myself but always alone
Her name is still marked in your telephone
Names called and stones thrown
My next door neighbors must hear my
Sweet dull drone but now

Now every night I'm a 2AM hot mess
And every day I get a little more heartless

Well I should know better
Than to start writing love letters
To someone who would never remember
Yes I should know by now