There's you
and there's him
and there's me and all my problems
And I'm through
Yeah it's fin.
Nothing's gonna solve them.

Just let me stay away
While it's still not weird
This towns a little crowded
And I'll get outta here
I'll get outta here

Move up to Seattle I'll dye my hair green
Open up a little shop of imported coffee
Maybe by then I really won't care
Empathy gone and apathy there

This isn't about you
More about everything
Or about all we've been through
Well, considering

I'm laying sober on the bathroom floor
Man That's a first.
You and I as something more
"bad idea"
"Yeah. The worst"