I’ve never been the type
to mope about shit like this,
but I’ve had a couple drinks
and I need to know where this ends.
How can I justify
always being the nicer guy?
Should my policy be just to wait and see?
I just can't tonight.

I’m a mess.
It's 1AM and you know I love you but you can’t
expect me not to react like this.
Canvas shoes, on cold concrete.
Tonight I was set up to lose.
Outside of the club,
Kingston night sky above.
I’m feeling pretty dumb,
I’m feeling pretty hurt.
An ex once told me I
was cold because I don’t cry;
you’ve warmed these bones I guess.
I’ve not felt this in my lifetime.

I’m a mess.
It's 1AM and you know I love you but you can’t
expect me not to react like this.
Canvas shoes, on cold concrete.
Tonight I was set up to lose.