I'm always feeling so messed up. Skipped work many times because if I forced myself to work in the state I was on those mornings, I would most likely end up breaking down and crying. I'm sorry, I don't exactly think bitterness, loneliness and boredom is the best combo.
We're not the same, dear
As we used to be
The seasons have changed
And so have we
And there was little we could say
And even less that we could do
To stop the ice from getting thinner
Under me and you