Took the service road to Boston Just to see a different view I don't think about you often Except for when I do I start to hate myself And lie about my mental health I'd say I hope you're doing well, but I don't And I heard you're in New England Trying to pass the time I swear that's not the reason I'm on I-95 I've given up on that I wouldn't even take it back If it came to me with a bow 'Cause I was flying too close to the sun And you made being cruel to me feel so fun If I wasn't kind, I'd be out for blood But I'm just gonna chalk it up to tough luck And make my way ♪ I'm running high on coffee But low on something nеw My headphones scream out Phoеbe As I walk by NYU And think of all the times I did my best to empathize Listening to Punisher in your room 'Cause I was flying too close to the sun And you made being cruel to me feel so fun If I wasn't kind, I'd be out for blood But I'm just gonna chalk it up to tough luck And make my way Flying too close to the sun And you made being cruel to me seem so fun If I wasn't kind, I'd be out for blood Now I'm just gonna chalk it up to tough luck And make my way