Two AM on a cold night I sit alone by the curb side My phone's about to die, and I've got three cigarettes left Your words are spinning in my head, and I'm nauseous The butterflies have disappeared, and all that's left is gut rot I swore I'd never fucking lose you But I did, and now I'm chasing cigarettes And the last train home to Toronto I'm a loose end, and I feel stupid For wanting more than you could give me Always bite the hand that feeds me And it feels like the room is spinning Try so hard to keep you in frame Like a lucid dream, you felt so real to me I stay awake and watch the cars go by In my reflection, see the bags under my eyes That carry all the weight of this It's all too much for me to process I hope Montreal is fucking worth it 'Cause I just feel so worthless I'm a loose end, and I feel stupid For wanting more than you could give me Always bite the hand that feeds me And it feels like the room is spinning Try so hard to keep you in frame Like a lucid dream, you felt so real to me