Cynical is what I am when I wake up on Wednesday at 3pm Getting up slowly and dreading all things that hold me down and wear me in Stomach sick shaky hands thinking of the times we used to spend in each others heads Laying down making plans watching other happy peoples lives unfold instead Let's dance slowly Burning memories I guess that I'm to blame I never should have let you drift away I should have stayed the same But it's funny how three years and a mustache will make things change I took the fall to protect you I did whatever I could to easy the pain Fell on my sword to forget you Just to see if you'd play my game Nothing much to connect to I wish I could feel close to anything Now I'm cold and resentful The way you were when you made the change Let's dance slowly I guess that I'm to blame I never should have let you drift away I should have stayed the same But it's funny how three years and a mustache will make things change I still feel sick when I'm alone too long Still can't eat when you show up on my phone Still can't breathe when our favorite show comes on When anything starts going wrong It was a beautiful day when it hurt Those few words that you choose to disburse "I can't do this anymore" Things are worse than they were before