| My Life Is a Pizza Party |
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| Helping you move, my car’s all full of your shit |
| For two weeks, I’ve been trying to cry to convince myself, we’re still worth it |
| But I can’t feel a thing now — |
| Beyond the tired pull of some hollow heat in my chest |
| Two-hour drive after working nine |
| Now I’m at your parents' house |
| They’re outside talking about how you were as a kid |
| Your mom won’t look at me (the bitch) |
| So I sit |
| So I sit |
| So I think I’m heading out |
| Cuz I’m tired now |
| And all I can think about is getting this over with |
