Don't think I'll show up Too busy on my own now Crowded but it's empty My memories are all fading Can't even remember the times When I was happy It seems too long ago now The train's a minute early Yet I still never catch it 'Cause I don't wanna leave just yet And I feel like shit, we didn't get to hang out A dinner for the way back A regret I can't make up Three hours or one second Talking to the wrong stranger A dinner for the way back A regret I can't make up Three hours or one second Talking to the wrong stranger It's just distracting The lack of any action I take at any given event Think I'm just depressed Half-assed "Inspo-quotes", generic happy songs A blink and both the screens are gone A type of loose resemblance shows This was all meant to be perfect And yet every way I found to fuck it up it seems I used And now I'm just a little older A couple bruises on both my shoulders A dinner for the way back A regret I can't make up Three hours or one second Talking to the wrong stranger A dinner for the way back A regret I can't make up Three hours or one second Talking to the wrong stranger