In a room, in a room
It didn't look like this
It had much more lower ceilings and it was delicately lit
I couldn't shake an old girlfriend on my mind
'Cause I was dancing to our old song with a new one
And there's no room, no room
For her inside my head
We haven't spoke for eight years, I still feel her fingerprints
'Cause she, laid back, and I a little wound
She'd spout her little maxims that she had to calm me down
She'd say, "Go with the flow, with the flow, with the path"
"You hope for the best, you take what you have"
"And I have a paddle, and a bad idea up the wrong way"
And I heard, I heard
I heard she's married now
There's no word for the emotion that I felt when I found out
It was fiery, but casual, like words put in my mouth
An indifference to some news that would have killed my former self
But no, not now, and I hate how that makes me feel
It undercuts the present like my passions aren't as real
'Cause time will revise both the perfect and the broken
So I have to write a song to keep a snapshot of the moment
Go with the flow, with the flow, with the path
You hope for the best, you take what you have
And I have a paddle, and a bad idea up the wrong way
Go with the flow, with the flow, with the path
You hope for the best, you take what you have
And I have a paddle, and a bad idea up the wrong way
And I chose, I chose
Self-medicating woes
Not separating causes from the subsequent results
And I know, I know
There's better anecdotes
Than choking on the fits and tantrums I would always throw
And I hope, I hope
That I will always grow
But I'mma cut the tongue out of the next one
Who says, "Go with the flow"
Go with the flow, with the flow, with the path
You hope for the best, you take what you have
And I have a paddle, and a bad idea up the wrong way
Go with the flow, with the flow, with the path
You hope for the best, you take what you have
And I have a paddle, and a bad idea up the wrong way
In a room, in a room
It looked a lot like this
I told a bunch of strangers stuff I really shouldn't admit