My hands are full
I'm drowning
Is it terrible to say I have no purpose
And I probably deserve this
And I'm so cold
Will you please hold me
Or at least get me a blanket or a jacket
Cause I've just about had it
But how are you
Are you still dying
Oh, I want to pack a suitcase
Go a place where you feel safe
And I'd do it
If I had enough money
But oh, there's just so many secrets
And you've been pushing me away for way too long
And that way is gonna lead straight to the end of us
My hands are full
She said she wants to cut her hair
You think she wants it short because of me
(Yeah that's a possibility)
I can acknowledge all she's going through
Those years were hard for me too
Sometimes it feels like I have custody
I blame my lonesomeness on unavailability
We are getting older and growing closer to flourishing apart
It's just we are getting older and growing closer too
Flourishing Apart
Sorry I said that on your birthday
We argue cause we're unhappy
And our fights are fucking fruitless
We can't keep doing this