Playing atari in a drunken haze,
on a summer’s day,
made all my troubles go away.
You packed up all your things,
sometime in the middle of last week.
You said you couldn’t be with me,
so now we’ll cease to be.
And in this moment I am drowning in insincerity,
filling myself up with cheap cigarettes and beer.
Pretending that I’m fine, without you by my side.
It’s pretty obvious that I’m lying.
Stay in my bed until 2pm,
I keep the curtains closed,
so no sunlight can get in.
Now I listen to the Eagles all alone.
I sing my heart out,
but no one else is home.
And in this moment I’m losing my mind.
Filling my self up with shots that taste like gasoline.
I know that I’m not fine,
Without you by my side.
It’s pretty obvious that I’m dying without you