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It took more out of me
Than I thought it would
The sleeping, the smoking, the waiting
And I don't feel like I need you
I think I drink too much now
But I don't feel like I have to
To help me through this
And I don't feel like I need you

We all die alone
So why care so much about living with someone else?
Maybe it's because I'm getting older that I don't understand

Once a week, every week, I would see you, and it would make mine
Don't you want to be something better than you were?
And don't you want to be something better than we are?

For the first time in my life
I've been having dreams that I remember
And finding subtle differences
to make these days go faster
And keeping you at arms length
Isn't nearly far enough
It's too late to burn your bridges
Or hide in your new year

This whole week's been wasted
on back roads and gasoline
this distance doesn't make things easier
these friendships don't seem to help me

I let you follow far too close
we were younger
we never wanted to be alone

I was so proud of the way you held yourself through your twenties
And poorer than I've ever been since before I knew you
I think that I'm outgrowing being in a band
For all the trouble and time I've spent
Singing about the midwest, shaking hands
The wasted hours driving

Could I do better?

How many times can you sit at home alone
And listen to that same old record and not get tired?
I've made more friends doing this than I could ask for
I've made more friends doing this than I care for

I just want you to grow up
Move and support something else
I just want you to grow up

White-like smoke bleeds into the open air from dimly lit horizons bent on changing your mind toward something more anchored than I could ever be, something more engaging and easier to see. So quiet and calm in the sunlight on a Sunday morning is all I expect from growing older and more content with having little of what I wanted and having little of what I've gained. I'll forfeit what I'd like to call to call my home and what little left that I own for a heartfelt apology or a heartfelt war. I guess it's better if you lead us away. Stay, celebrate the New Year. Fall asleep with your conscience right and your eyes set forward. Remember those late night stories and every wide-eyed dream that left you singing: "O captain, o captain; can I find my way through this night and am I welcome on my way back home?" It's more than shallow water. It's more than fertile land. I remember every miscalculation and every slight of hand.

You told me you were thinking of moving someplace warmer.
I told you I was thinking of staying right here.
My friendships move too. Did you think twice?
Are you going to need more? Because I'm halfway through my 20s and I still can't get it.
At what point does it become depressing? And at what point does it get good again?
Last summer I went on tour with my best friends and it didn't help me get over it.
I could walk across the street for hours.
But I still end up in the same bed crowded with mine.

An accent I can place that leads us no where
Reflects how much time we spent here
Its unfair to suggest that's there is even a chance
That I get through this

Its never been harder to feel better
Its never been harder to tell
If I've changed or if I've just grown up

Same old ground
A few steps behind from where I used to be
Glad to see the future didn't fail you like it failed me
Old friends tell the same old stories
At ends, we shake the same old hands

Waking up early on Saturdays alone
Taking this all on together

I know I signify more to you than stability alone
Like August in a midwestern state
Full of grace and half broken bones

You're falling over your own unfortunate songs
You can soak in all the sun you want
But it can't burn away your home

A strong resemblance of your old ways
It reminds me that I haven't changed
I gave very little, but I gave what I could
I remember the sound of slamming doors
And the way yours was always better in the morning
Your new direction is more like a different way home
It's not fair to underestimate the reasons that I let go
It's not right to make a tired example of how I failed

We were so young
We were so downhearted
From your latest lies
Fairweather friends

Staying out all night to follow you home
Convinced me I was right for letting you go
I couldn't wait to tell tell you