| I remember thinking as I laid upon the floor
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| All of the lights off and listening to Sharp
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| I was afraid
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| But I’m not sure what of
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| And I would shut my eyes and turn on the tv
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| To people speaking in a language I can’t speak
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| And I would say, how I would say
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| That I was being healthy
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| But no, I was far from healthy
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| And nobody saw me at all
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| But sometimes you just gotta be alone
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| And if you can’t be happy on your own
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| Then how will you ever be happy with somebody else
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| Think I was dancing when she walked into the room
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| Next thing I know, we’re sharing a cab home
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| I made her laugh
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| But I should’ve left it alone
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| Cause cut to two weeks later and I’m picking at a scab
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| When at a party her friend tells me «don't be mad»
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| 'twas a mistake, a small mistake
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| And I was aware of that
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| But no, it don’t hurt that bad
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| It’s only a scratch
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| I’m not a train wreck for you
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| Well she was falling down the stairs, drunk and pathetic
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| It was so hard not to laugh, I won’t ever forget
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| I was sitting on the floor, dressed up as batman
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| Flicking people off and making fun of their accents
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| Concluding to myself that I would always be alone
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| But it was premature, I was only nineteen years old |