You say it’s funny that I couldn’t come through like I said

You said, “Yeah, you’re in luck, you’re just like the rest.”

Playin’ schoolboy loves schoolgirl,

but with a broken heart on the mend.

My stain on your staircase is forgotten at best.

Like that outdated invitation,

to your Halloween party.

Or the streets we used to walk,

and I’d constantly worry-

that you’d find somebody else, between then and now.

I guess I was right, and I guess things work themselves out

But for the most part, I feel like

I helped push you away.

I guess most of the time, I get the feeling

this is how things will stay.