I've got more plastic grocery bags than I've got friends
and I'm wondering if it's worth keeping up with them
in kitchen cabinets between car seats
they keep me up at night I'd rather be asleep

I'm tired of eating all this fast food
you looked at me you said "do something about it"
I can't explain the things I do

we were drinking beer out of bottles with fancy labels
I wrote a poem down on your kitchen table
it said

"I will partition my brain to make sure it thinks the right way
about you and your eyes, I swear I'm gonna try.
I will partition my brain to make sure it thinks the right way
about you and your eyes."

I can't relax but I'm not sick
and doing drugs just makes it worse I think
I'd really rather not feel like this

but
when we were drinking beer out of bottles with fancy labels
I wrote a poem down on your kitchen table
it said

"I will partition my brain to make sure it thinks the right way
about you and your eyes, I swear I'm gonna try.
I will partition my brain to make sure it thinks the right way
about you and your eyes."

I'm in the parking lot of Boone Mall
completely alone listening to your songs in my car
I'm trying to equate your name with things I hate

but I like
the chords that make the keyboard quake
the holes in your sweatshirt
the feelings I felt back in march
(stealing drinks sitting on bars)
the way you whispered in my ear
when the band was just playing a little too loud

I'd like if you gave me some space
I'm sorry I'm like this I swear that I'd change if I could so
please don't whisper in my ear
my mind doesn't think the way that it should.