that blue coffee cup isn't of much use now
it collects change to fund the things that i'm not proud of
my friends all say that i have changed; forgot my roots and lost my way
perhaps i've shifted since last fall
but your painting still hangs on my wall
and every night you wear a new skirt and i used to care about buttoned-up shirts
now i look forward to sleeping in and when the next day will begin
the next drink might swallow me
i know i shouldn't lift my lips to see
but after everything you put me through
i'm allowed to be as sad as you
i'm allowed to be as sad as you