David F. Bello - You Gave Up On Me lyrics

Imagine if you hadn't: the kind of songs I wouldn't write The bars I'd go to where I would dance at night Not being alone feels pretty weird Like how you said I'd felt when I didn't have a beard Here I am, eating peanut bu*ter and saltines Debating whether or not I even want to go to Gene's This apartment is too loud I can't seem to get myself out of it We had a chance Didn't use it