I guess it’s another night, then,
Alone and surrounded
Inventing little rituals
To make you write me back
Is the pessimist the liar?
Who reminds me I don’t matter?
But he’s never disappointed
Unlike the me that flatters
When I start to think that maybe
I am important to a lady
A lesser man reminds me
That I’m just a groaning baby
Whatever. I don’t need to hear
Responses to my words
Chasing after crumbs
Makes me no better than the birds
But you’re the one who’ll fly away, fly away
And leave me mourning
Yeah, you’ll
Fly away