Six months, two days, and we stop talking
I watch your chat dots wither away
"This weekend's no good, but let's catch up soon"
That's cool, I've got my records, and I've got my bed, little place all my own in the city
Still, I'm not sure I could ever run far enough away from you
Drag myself out to the party and who should I see?
It's your pretentious ass cold-shouldering me
And you've got your arm snaked around somebody else's waist
You got a new boy, and I'm happy for you
You got a new boy, and I'm happy for him
I'm walking home early, I can't deal with this
Moving forward is the hardest part, when loving you was my only honest art
If changing was easy, we'd all be fine
Still I see you everywhere, so I'm never going outside
I'm sick of dates and I'm sick of one night stands
I'm sick of bars and I miss just holding hands
Still see you everywhere, this city's closing in
So I'm locking my door and eating the key
I'm turning up my speakers and dancing to 'Billie Jean'
Nobody can ghost what nobody can see
Moving forward is the hardest part, when loving you was my only honest art
If changing was easy, we'd all be fine
Still I see you everywhere, so I'm never going outside