I've been lacking in substance lately
I've grown too familiar with
The smell of the sun-kissed concrete in the city that I'm in
I sold your artwork on the internet, that canvas made me sick
The one with the hole in, of the blue and the pigeon
It's distinctly indifferent
I'll count up the plans that I had, make the most of my two hands
I'll write down what's making me thankful for life
And scratch out what makes me mad
'Cus this has gone on for far too long
You know you're not wrong, just too far gone
And it seems such a shame to let your talent go to waste
So I keep it on the backseat with a bouquet just in case
I see your face in a crowded room
I can't seem to shake all these thoughts of you
I'll stand here forever in John Cusack weather
Asking myself "will she always remember me?"
I've been struggling lately since I moved into my own place
Well I got out the center of town, I never liked the nightlife anyway
I've got vinyls still in boxes, I never had enough storage
I guess the baggage that you left me would never fit into this space
I'll count up the plans that I had, make the most of my two hands
I'll throw out the towel that you got me last year
It can't wipe up a stain this bad
And I've got photographs from a decade ago and I don't think I'll burn them anytime soon
And I still remember the last thing you said when you were leaving
"Aren't you tired of seeing my bedroom?"
And it seems such a shame to let your talent go to waste
So I keep it on the backseat with a bouquet just in case
I see your face in a crowded room
I can't seem to shake all this self-abuse
I'll stand here forever in John Cusack weather
Asking myself "will she always remember me?"