These things you say to me,
they stay with me,
like a cup of coffee
in February.
And I know I'm wrong.
I'm reading into this far too much.
But this coffee, it fucking sucks.
The dregs dripping off my lips,
I don't know how they get away with it.

Outside my head,
the roads are freezing again
and just the other day
I watched a car spin into the median.
No one knows how to merge in Pennsylvania.
Barely staying alive in Pennsylvania.

There's got to be some trick
in learning to live like this.
AND FUCK YOUR FLAGS,
THEY MAKE ME SICK.
The hate dripping off your lips
and they just let you get away with it.

Outside my head,
the roads are freezing again
and just the other day
I watched a car spin into the median.
No one knows how to merge in Pennsylvania.
Barely staying alive in Pennsylvania.

Maybe one day,
they'll fix all the roads before they all implode.
Maybe one day,
the scum circling our days will disappear down the drain.
Maybe one day,
these maps that I unfold will give me somewhere to go.
Maybe one day,
we'll be in the same place again
and I could call that home.
I would call that home.

Outside my head,
the roads are freezing again
and just the other day
I watched a car spin into the median.
No one knows how to merge in Pennsylvania.
Barely staying alive in Pennsylvania.