I'm gonna cut wood all day until I feel okay I'm gonna mow the grass and weedwhack like it's motherfucking prozac Gonna trim the trees like they're all my bad memories And when I lay down fertelizer it's gonna be so I can forget about her Need a beer, need a smoke, need a reason not to love you Or a break, just some time, to catch my breath and figure out what I'm doing here Cause I'll go back to you even if I don't really want to If just to bide my time 'till I feel less alone And no this isn't love but it's close enough neck-deep in neuroses I won't write you that letter and I won't pick up the phone (Just kidding) Cause it's summer now and Orion's gone and when I stand out on my lawn All I see is that fucking swan and Cygnus don't know shit about me No it won't take me out of here, I have a savior it's called beer It's funny after all these years I'm somehow still surprised that I'm lonely So if I can't find love I'll just put on gloves and rearrange some organic matter I'll pull up all the roots like I'm seeking truth, but I really just wanna lose this farmer's tan

She says the seven years between us have her feeling old as hell But can you blame me if often lately I don't feel all that young myself? I mean really, since when do I know people talking about getting married? I mean really, I've got this terrible feeling that in seven years I'll feel just as fucked, That I can settle, get lucky, or just give up I'm through worrying about capital "Y-o-u" And telling myself I'm another sad story Thinking that I'm always gonna be lonely It just isn't true (At least I hope it's not true) But you've still got me living from weekend to weekend I'm sick when you leave and I'm stuck with these few friends It's forty-five minutes to this stupid campus So what happens when there's an ocean between us? Don't go. Don't go. God DAMMIT Daryl She says we've only got a few more weeks before you go back home But I can't think about time without thinking about being alone She says she's pretty goddamned certain this ain't our last goodbye But I don't need seven years to know how time can fly

Well the love hit me hard but so did the resentment It's hard to be too happy when you're baffled by contentment Got a pile of year-old problems that I swear I'm gonna get to As soon as I can figure out how I feel about you And I don't think I'm sorry Are we even still friends? You talk about the future Do you not know how this ends? We can talk about the weather, we can talk about whatever Just promise this feeling isn't gone forever Got a taste of the life that you could have lived, But it's hard to forget and it's harder to forgive I'm sick of being sorry Can we jut all be friends? I think about the past these days and I don't know how this ends Three people all stuck in one shitty situation Two houses, three buildings, four months Fallen out of love twice, broken more hearts than I cared to Can things just work out for once?

Single guy orders take-out Thai Two entrées and an appetizer Then the cute, young waitress asks him "how many pairs of chopsticks" does he need? He replies with one sad, sullen squeak One.

Keep your eyes closed or you'll get the spins Keep your eyes open or you'll get the spins Fell asleep on the 66 Woke up by Northeastern, in whatever neighborhood that is Stumbling sideways Can't hardly find my way Just the railing of a concrete stoop to keep me off the ground 'Till she approached me, with no judgment Said "smile, it'll be alright" then kept on her way Snapped back, still unsober, to find myself forgiven That woman in Allston doesn't like you anyway... So just go home.

My house that I rent has white siding and a literal picket fence Symbolic of growing up Symbolic of taking on responsibilities that don’t matter to anyone but me I spent all day cooking and cleaning And finding new ways to organize my closet so that my instruments stay temperate And don’t get too humid when the summer comes Well now the servers at the diner all know my name Because I order the exact same breakfast every Sunday At a slightly different time each week ‘Cause on the weekends I’m free to fail at punctuality We went out to a hotel bar, bought a fancy fucking cheese plate and Tuesday Margaritas Then we went right back, right back to the grind Friend’s weddings, a bar’s close And other times I’m embarrassed to be alone I merge onto 93 But can’t risk a solo flight in the special designated lane for HOVs I spend all day grading and planning my lessons So I could do some more than merely teaching to a test Oh! But the boredom brings them down So I pack my shit, move on to another town What do you say to a friend you haven’t seen in 6 months? Don’t think about them that much Have another beer and then pretend to give a shit About how 23 ain’t so bad Things are going alright Work is still a drag and you’re still tired from these long nights But things could be worse as much as they could be better now Maybe it’s preferable to be bored together than bored on your own

I like my routines They give structure to me They make my life easier I know where I’m going I know where I’m going to next But my tracks always showin’ I’ve got a shadow on deck It’s not boredom it’s not lack of fulfillment it’s not hung over mornings it’s not wasting the weekend it’s not being too lazy not ignoring all my friends it’s just I’m really fucking tired and could use a little rest that’s all Long night out in the city Phone out Gettin’ sad getting’ shitty Scrollin’ past your name I’m on my way out I’m on my way now Yea I’ll be on my way out Just gotta pin this feeling down It’s not boredom it’s not lack of fulfillment it’s not hung over mornings it’s not wasting the weekend it’s not being too lazy not ignoring all my friends it’s just I’m really fucking tired and could use a little rest It’s not the dead weight of anxiety that pinned me down in college Or the fear of dying lonely and not ever being acknowledged As worthwhile human person with a little more to give Than half-way virtues spat with arrogance after a couple beers Oh not that It’s just I’m really fuckin’ tired