sing a sad song
through my cigarette
and
your biggest worry
is you’ll dance alone...
i’m sorry i thought you were a better person.

it’s the same old lie you’ve been told
since you were little
yeah,
you were five years old
when your stylish parents misled you.

and we’ll dance alone
together
sometime
but we’ll move in different directions
in time.

twenty years later
and we’re in my car:
you stare at yourself
with compulsive content...
i’m sorry i thought i was yours to embrace
sing this with my last cigarette
and my biggest worry
is i’m left alone.
i’m sorry i wasn’t a better person.

still you carry all their bad habits like it’s some damn weight
and i have these bad ideas like it’s my damn fate
alone together.