Short Song, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Birdshit on my shoulder

Finding five leaf clovers

But lucky's the last adjective I'd use to describe myself right now

Gotta find me in my past life

Tell him to turn the hell around

Alex says I'm always playing chess with myself

But you keep poking at the roadkill you ran over

You put splints on arms you broke and claim to be a doctor

I know you only liked me for my dog

I know you probably think that I'm still singing these songs for you

But I've been talking to strangers

And they listen louder than you ever did

And I sing love songs to myself now

Because I like the way they sound

So I will file metaphorical charges for the emotional damages

And I will eat my vegetables every day

Stop living off of protein bars

Fill up before the light goes on

Sleep until all the bags are empty

Does she do your dishes?

Does she clean your room?

Stop checking my story if you want nothing to do with these emotions

'Cause I'm a fucking pisces

And I don't need any more existential crises

Sometimes I still feel like we could have moved mountains

I continue to climb them regardless

And I saw you there with them but I kept on walking

And I'm sleeping on your side of the bed