I'm starting to appreciate The nothingness the Midwest makes Me feel with every bare branch that I see It's just like it was this time last year Except my head's a little more clear These days, there is is no foggy haze and you You are so nonchalant and I Lose a part of myself every time I guess now that I've made my bed And filled myself with existential dread The only thing to do is get over it And I still can't smoke your cigarettes Anytime that I get way too stressed Because they get me more choked up than you You are so nonchalant and I Lose a part of myself every time