2923 Monroe St.

I spent the night counting down all the cracks in the wall

I'll start having to cope with the fact that

I see everything that used to hold my feet on the ground

Falling apart around me

Everybody knows the world will spin without you

And talk about you when you're away

Your best years see further away

Maybe this year I'll get myself off of the floor

And try to pretend

That things are getting better, that I'm changing

Bi i still feel the same

My friends and I still get off on making no sense at all

We'll start having to cope with the fact that

All these words that make no sense will be the best I've ever said

They make sense in my head

Even if this is the last sunshine

Let's warm ourselves in it

We'll just spend the rest of our days in the shade

Maybe this year I'll get myself off of the floor

Maybe I won't

Things might get better, Yeah, I might change

But I don't care at all