If I stand for nothing
I will fall for everything.
And yet I fell for you
When you were the one
Who never stood up to anything.
I’m sorry things ended up this way
And I’m sorry that I lose appetite
Eating my feelings.
How is it legal
To sit brooding on a Sunday morning
As beautiful as this?
There are melancholy songs playing softly
As I reminisce about this and that
And dread tomorrow.
I wish I could leave this place
And never come back.
I wish I could stop myself
From listening to music that reminds me of you.
Everything these days screams of nostalgia
That’s out to get me.
I lose meaning like
One song put on repeat for so long that
The sounds of me crying
Simply seem like the beat.