Well feelings are one thing but plans they are another Are we fucking ourselves by fucking each other? And I've been spreading myself way too thinly across a continent That wants to bankrupt me with geography And sure I'd love to go to the gathering of the Juggalos But you're the midwest, I'm a rust belt version of myself And sure I'd love to go see Joyce Manor it Toronto 'Cause there's a girl in Saskatoon I'm dying to get to know But I'm still unemployed So when I'm leaving, I won't say I'm sorry It seems kinda silly to apologize for being another body Trapped by fiscal limitations and sexual frustration Physics, hesitation I NEED A DAMN VACATION From this constant need for things to be okay So hope ya don't forget me, 'cause everything is fleeting But distance has no meaning when you really start measuring your days

I liked you better when you were depressed That's a shit thing to say, but now you've gone away And I miss being able to count on your head on my chest Looks like you're having fun It's not that it's without me, I think that it might be The way that you've found yourself while I still feel like no one How can we say we're friends? When the truth is we're lovers, resentful and stubborn, Unable or willing to bring things to a graceful end It's a hard thing to prove That anything's worth it when all is imperfect As if we had anything that we weren't destined to lose And rest assured, I will act out of spite Lash out at a lover as if it's her fault That the nature of things is for nothing to work out alright I just wanna move on To Ohio and Pittsburgh, dream of San Francisco With Daryl and Tom, paychecks, taxes, grad school, and sunlight Have a beer for me Don't try to track me down I'm done with the Midwest and all that that entails I won't be back around So was it the distance, or was it the time That finally did it and changed both our minds? The past is the past dear, or so I will say But you and I both know that some things never, ever, ever go away And all the pain we could ever endure Crushed under the weight of the appeal of feeling secure Say that you feel the same, I've spent months feeling sick A round hole, a square peg, and somebody else's dick So go if you're leaving then, say hi to Matt and Carolyn I'll be here waiting if you ever want to talk to me again