My high is wearing off and you haven’t called.
I dyed my hair, but it came out all wrong.
Like this…like us.

I think I’ll ignore falling out of love.
I’ll just hope it passes as quickly as it came.
I’m too tired to change my life today.

So I’ll go and see you tomorrow
I’ll let go of my grip.
You won’t mention my hair.
I’ll think that means you don’t love me.

We’ll move around each other like strangers.
We won’t say what we mean.
I memorized your body three years ago.
I know every move you’re not going to make.

We’ll probably get into a fight and I’ll yell and leave.
Wishing, just once, you’d chase after me.
But you’ll just scream at me from your second story window.
Spitting out my harsh tendencies that will slide down the wall.