THE BREAKUP SONG

I know since you’ve been free

you’ve seen a lot of cats like me

we fall asleep on the stairs and

wake up at tables in chairs

it doesn’t make much sense to you

I still leave all this residue

I still mistake luck for wine

and progress for logic & time

believe me, I know it’s been rough

I think about it way too much

I shouldn’t flaunt and pretend

I didn’t start, so why would you end?

I know you’ve seen the last of me

I know that it’ll never be close to what I had with you

but that’s fine

cause I want something new

I’m gonna hit the road

I’m gonna move to Cleveland

I’m gonna die

I’m gonna grow old