Craters on the ground. I'm stepping out again (though I've been out 6 PM and now it's a quarter past eleven) and all of the paths that we'd need are outside warehouses, construction sites and shipping centers so a layer of ice coats the sidewalk six inches thick.
No one wants to be alone.
No one wants to be alone on a Saturday night, crowding the pilot light 'cause the heat in the pipes has stopped.
There's a hundred at the bar, all business casual and retro dresses and it feels like I can't fit inside but I'm gonna try. I'm gonna pound my double, turn around and do my best to catch up. But I keep eating your f**ing dust 'cause I got s**.
I want you to know that I'll always resent you for all the happy times you've had. I'll smile like we're friends, then I'll try to offend you and text you later "I was drunk" so you don't get mad.
No one wants to be alone.
No one wants to be alone on a Saturday night, feeling colder than ice, eating ramen and rice for the rest of their life.
At a dirty bar, I don't want to throw my life away, but I've already thrown my life away trying to beat you at this game. At a dirty bar, I don't want to throw my life away, but I've already thrown my life away trying to beat you, trying to beat you...