I know since you've been free
You've seen a lot of cats like me
We fall asleep on the stairs and
Wake up at tables in chairs
It doesn't make much sense to you
I still leave all this residue
I still mistake luck for wine
And progress for logic & time
Believe me, I know it's been rough
I think about it way too much
I shouldn't flaunt and pretend
I didn't start, so why would you end?
I know you've seen the last of me
I know that it'll never be close to what I had with you
But that's fine
Cause I want something new
I'm gonna hit the road
I'm gonna move to Cleveland
I'm gonna die
I'm gonna grow old