I feel my face is numb You're on the other side But you text me that That you're feeling fine And I want December stuff Not to be gone again The things on the other side That's not the green I meant And I want a contrast life, I can't make any sense You think you're glorified I think it's in your head You kept the faded shirt That I met you in So I lay, out in the parking lot While my headache tears me apart And I couldn't stay inside The air wouldn't help me so I'll just be here on my own I'll Cater to the ones I love I'll be the sun I'll be a crucifix with excuses to be hung And I'll be the train wreck that you can talk about With your friends at work because they want to know Why your old friends drinking at a party in South Bay There is glass in my bed and I have to tell you I know that it was you and if I died I would haunt you You look a little sad You were never married to my dad And you look a little sad You were never married to my dad So I lay, out in the parking lot While my headache tears me apart And I couldn't stay inside The air wouldn't help me so I'll just be here on my own Be here on my own Be here on my own