Craters on the ground.
I'm stepping out again
but I've been out 6 PM
and now it's a quarter past eleven
and all of the paths that we'd need
are outside warehouses, construction sites and shipping centers
so a layer of ice coats the sidewalk six inches thick.
No one wants to be alone.
No one wants to be alone
on a Saturday night,
crowding the pilot light
'cause the heat in the pipes has stopped.
There's a hundred at the bar,
all business casual and retro dresses
and it feels like I can't fit inside
but I'm gonna try. I'm gonna pound my double,
turn around and do my best to catch up.
But I keep eating your fucking dust
'cause I got suck.
I want you to know that I'll always resent you
for all the happy times you've had.
I'll smile like we're friends, then I'll try to offend you
and text you later I was drunk so you don't get mad.
No one wants to be alone.
No one wants to be alone on a Saturday night,
feeling colder than ice,
eating ramen and rice
for the rest of their life.
At a dirty bar, I don't want to throw my life away,
but I've already thrown my life away
trying to beat you at this game.
At a dirty bar, I don't want to throw my life away,
but I've already thrown my life away
trying to beat you, trying to beat you...
At a dirty bar, I don't want to throw my life away,
but I've already thrown my life away
trying to beat you, trying to beat you...