I sat collecting dollars in my open case Had lost all hope for love until I saw your face You and your friends were wasted, it was only six I gave you my number, you gave me a cigarette I was heartbroken, you were heartbroken Full of excuses, who need common sense? I think you're funny, I think you're cute I'd like to drink my brains, my brains out with you Say fuck the future, fuck the past too We'll make a date for 302 We spent our nights on bong rips and 211 Sneaking into for sale apartments next to your parents house Hiding in empty rooms until you came and found me I was delusional, you were delusional Instant gratification for lives lived so unfulfilled When the personal is political, you let go of friendships When the personal is political, you can't offer them clarity The personal is political when you learn that your friend is a rapist The personal is political when you realize that nothing is more important than solidarity It's not my place to tell you It's not my place to forgive With the pain you passed on I do not have to live So right your wrong Talk it out, talk it out or disappear But know that this place is ours And you are not welcome here