Suitcases

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them

They keep their drama in their suitcases

Every story has two sides

And every person has two faces

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them

Look

I got a circle of friends that over the years I think their triangles made 'em turn into squares

And I swear

I thought that I was gossip-proof

But these people rattle off their opinions like it's the gospel truth

Wait, you're telling me that I'm a bad friend

And I was such a down to Earth person back then?

Reverse smiles

Perverse styles

I don't call you for a month or two and you act like I killed your first child

So where you been then?

I broke a girl's heart, nearly killed her

Smoked that whole relationship to the filter

You're talkin' out of pocket when you told me that I've changed

It doesn't make sense to me, I'm not made out of silver

See I thought breakin' up was bad

Until I told a little girl that I can't be her step dad

So if my heart break ain't a good enough reason

Give my friendship back to me

Here's a refund, 'cause we done.

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them

They keep their drama in their suitcases

Every story has two sides

And every person has two faces

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them

Replace them

If you invite a homeless man to sleep in your dog house, should he be thankful, or should he be offended?

You tell me that I crossed the proverbial line

Well you've bent it, and your footprints are further than mine

This new distance is strange

You're mad at me 'cause I was mad at you for acting like I went and pissed on your flames

I sensed

That you were so incensed

'Cause I was not convinced

That you're the royal prince of the game

(It's really lame)

I wince when I think about the old you

Now you talk to me like I'm privileged to know you

What the fuck is that man?

Your ego's gonna poke through your trucker hat

Here's my receipt, I want my money back

In fact!

I'll take something of equal or lesser value

Fuck the little circle of people you keep around you

That feed you grapes like you're a prophet of the sky

Hopefully you'll autograph my coffin when I die

Yeah

Death black mourning

The compost cakes up in your water-logged eyes and your snot-nosed face

And you're heatin' your apartment with the oven and the stove

But the bills are so G'd that they're almost H

And you sit and reminisce about how great the old songs were

Kids on the blogs you relate with no longer

You just see bliss like "Give me some of that"

It's a lie though, get your money back

I'd tell you the truth but I don't wanna upset you friend

I'd tell you "Go to hell" but Satan wouldn't let you in

He'd say that you're an evil man amongst evil men

And when you need a friend you can seek him then

You don't put your money where your mouth is, no

You put your money to your nose and do a little blow

And you don't live hand-to-mouth

You live foot-to-mouth

With your foot in your mouth

Create apologies and push 'em out

Yeah

(Get out)

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them

They keep their drama in their suitcases

Every story has two sides

And every person has two faces

Just because somebody walks out of your life it doesn't mean that you're supposed to chase them

You can replace them