The Lows

Cliche malaise in a dumb conversation

Predictable drama for 5 AM exits

Fridays they only pick up the recycling

So thank god it's Monday 'cause I'm useless garbage

I can relate

I'd throw me away

They discontinued my train

Now I can't get home

Trade a few beers for crashing on couches

And overstaying your welcome with your parents

They're furrowing brows while they wonder what happened

They're so fucking bad hiding their disappointment

They can't relate

Why'd you do this to me?

Now they canceled my plane

I'm on the runway but I can't get home

All of the things we collected and thought would remind us of the people we wanted to be

Pile up like bricks in a poorly made tote bag that's doing its best not to burst at the seams

But sooner or later coffee mugs and magnets are gonna come crashing down onto the street

And you'll stand there holding the tide from your eyes saying

"Stop, wait for the good times ahead of me

I can't think that the best is in back of me."

Clean up the shards of ceramic

Or leave them for someone who needs it

Yeah, stop, think good times are ahead of you

Stop, think, good times are ahead of you

This isn't the end

We'll always be friends

And we'll smile like we're falling in love when I see you again