Don't think I'll show up
Too busy on my own now
Crowded but it's empty
My memories are all fading
Can't even remember the times
When I was happy
It seems too long ago now
The train's a minute early
Yet I still never catch it
'Cause I don't wanna leave just yet
And I feel like shit, we didn't get to hang out
A dinner for the way back
A regret I can't make up
Three hours or one second
Talking to the wrong stranger
A dinner for the way back
A regret I can't make up
Three hours or one second
Talking to the wrong stranger
It's just distracting
The lack of any action
I take at any given event
Think I'm just depressed
Half-assed "Inspo-quotes", generic happy songs
A blink and both the screens are gone
A type of loose resemblance shows
This was all meant to be perfect
And yet every way I found to fuck it up it seems I used
And now I'm just a little older
A couple bruises on both my shoulders
A dinner for the way back
A regret I can't make up
Three hours or one second
Talking to the wrong stranger
A dinner for the way back
A regret I can't make up
Three hours or one second
Talking to the wrong stranger