Sum Of Your Good Days

The sum of your good days
all fit in the trunk of the car.
I watched you pull out the driveway,
and I said to me "It's awfully nice
to have all of this space
to go fill up again.
And, my God, it seems
I haven't felt this good in weeks.
You bet, I'm not going through this again
I swear, I'm not gonna waste my time
writing you letters
I know that I'll never send.
I can see, there isn't enough air to breathe, I know,
but I can't help screaming out
someone please,
I'm sick and I don't want to leave, and you'll,
Find me here shaking
as everything else
comes apart at the seams.
I stayed up with my thoughts,
smoking in bed until late.
At 3, I played all the records you hate,
and if the neighbors complain
they can all go to hell
and we probably will anyway.
I called to see if you're doing okay
and if you've come to your senses yet
I didn't quite catch the meaning
when you said you don't want to see me again, yeah.
I can see, there isn't enough air to breathe, I know,
but I can't help screaming out
someone please,
I'm sick and I don't want to leave, and you'll,
Find me here shaking
as everything else
comes apart at the seams.
I can see, there isn't enough air to breathe, I know,
but I can't help screaming out
someone please,
I'm sick and I don't want to leave, and you'll,
Find me here shaking
as everything else
comes apart at the seams.