You Can Have Alonetime When You’re Dead

Am I regressing or growing legs?

My pride on the floor like a broken egg

Brown paper floors in an empty room

You're crying now but I'll see you soon

And you say you're sorry

And I say it too

What else is there to do?

And I'll keep looking even if you don't

And I'll think about you on the bus ride home

And how I keep making the same mistakes

When I look back up you just crumble and break

And you look right through me

Do I look like no one to you?

And the days all blend together now

I'd say what's wrong but I don't know how

There's something crawling in the walls

Still I'll crawl in bed and forget you all

And I'm thinking about what you said

That you can have alonetime when you're dead

One day I'll be on the top floor of a building

Looking at you and our anxiety is crushing

We spent our whole lives wishing we were elsewhere and

Now that we're gone we're just trying to get back there