Walked home feeling beaten up she said
You’re fine get over it, it’s true
I’m fine I’m over it it’s through
Woke up feeling torn between
Faking sick or just taking it
I didn’t fake sick I’ll probably wish I did
Something felt funny in the cold air that I breathed
I grabbed my money and my cell phone and my keys
I left the house with about half the breath I need
And I held my breath past cemeteries
Went about my ordinary life
Yeah I’ll make it work
It’s just a little bit worse
Just a little bit worse
Just a little bit

It’s a pratfall, it’s a shit catch 22
And I’ve done it too
But I feel like you just do it so much better
So come on and get on with it
Out with it, lay it on me and I’ll see
If I can put it all together

Got out with some time on my hands
But nowhere to kill it and no one to stand by me
Another night spent listening to fights outside
Another night spent wishing my life was mine
It’s fine
There’s just too much shit on my plate
And I have even touched it
And all my friends are forgetting me
And I haven’t even left yet

They gave us shit for asking and piss poor answers no
I guess I had it right the first time
I guess I shouldn’t care at all

It’s a pratfall, it’s a shit catch 22
And I’ve done it too
But I feel like you just do it so much better
So come on and get on with it
Out with it, lay it on me and I’ll see
If I can put it all together