Guestbook

Goddamn I know this isn’t enough,

got thinking “God, I shouldn’t be up”,

‘cause I was gone, so gone I could barely remember my love.

Pulled down my ceiling into the room,

so I pretend I’m still in Montreal,

I was gone so long I could barely remember my love.

I wish I could say it never gets me down,

and I wish I could stay every time I’m away now,

I wanted us to bury the rest of my life,

‘cause it’s probably wasted time.

I’ll breathe,

I’m bored of how,

bored of now,

but I’ll breathe.

Be anywhere, I would be anywhere I could stay,

be anywhere I would, be any place I could stay.