Patron Saint Of Bridge Burners Sorry But I Cought A Case Of The Histrionics
[Intro]
I abuse the things I do because, honestly, I think too much
And about too many things at any given time
I always find a new excuse to drink and cry to memories
Friends of mine have died, but I'm probably just being distraughtening again
[Interlude]
I truly don't know why I am the way that hurts sometime
[Chorus]
That's not what it was meant to be, sometimes I swear it's just you and me
Why? He'll run definitely, there's something he's not telling
That's not what it was meant to be, I wonder why I sit and think
I just read in history and this aforementioned distantly
[Bridge]
It's almost like this blew up since he missed helping me by separating
This weird and panicked, anxious manic, the rest from the rest
The rest of this depressed, catatonic mess
It's almost like these pills roll you into a beautiful place
Full of blissful view because I don't remember if I really ever was a part of you
[Chorus]
That's not what it was meant to be, sometimes I swear it's just you and me
Why? He'll run definitely, there's something he's not telling
That's not what that was meant to me, I wonder why I sit and think
I just read in history and this aforementioned distantly
