Fine Dining and Breathing Lyrics

I don't know what to say here

Cause I can't tell

If what we had or what what you were

Is even real, cause there's this

Nagging feeling that all you're after is the attention that you don't get

When you realize I'm dime a dozen and you ain't worth the headache

Now I'm face down on the floor and I can't sleep

Too much of you would be a dream

Sun's up in the back of my head

I'm better off alone and you're better off dead

But I'm not breaking down

Forget all the things that I said

You weren't enough for me or enough for this bed

So I'm not breaking down

So now I drag you down into my mess and I crack once again

Seven months without a second thought ends with "just a friend"

And "you can't tell me that this is worth it" when you're standing there in tears

Twenty dollars and a tank of gas starts looking good again

Now I'm face down on the floor and I can't sleep

Too much of you would be a dream

Sun's up in the back of my head

I'm better off alone and you're better off dead

But I'm not breaking down

Forget all the things that I said

You weren't enough for me or enough for this bed

So I'm not breaking down