It's a crazy world we live in
It's one where a girl in a red shirt
Will have to pack a suitcase in a hurry
And the floor with have to catch a few stray tears
A few epileptic dreams
And an ounce of self-control
It's rolling in the grass by the river
Then sitting in a sad metal room
It's holding hands in the dark
In order to pray for your friends
It's a cycle of drugs and rehab
Because a 3am phone call isn't supportive enough
I'm sorry for crushing you
My instincts were right
We were better off without each other
It's a good thing too
Because four's a lucky number today
Please don't try to rationalize all this
We were never meant to be
Found out
Too late and too much
To be anything other than
What we are today