Sorry I left you hanging, I just had to check the time

My cyclical assumptions tell me you’re set to expire

My nail beds and my lost routine would probably agree

To survive I should believe in little lies

Like if I live in the moment it’ll all turn out okay

And every friend I’ve ever lost is just a call away

It’s foggy in my rear view getting difficult to see

I don’t wanna cry again today

Anyway

I’ll get better or I’ll die

Maybe both at the same time

I’ll get drunk and I’ll get high

and I’ll accept a little life

Cuz a little’s more than nothing, I know nothing’s in my way

Except a little of myself a little stuck in a little bit of yesterday

The cashier said I have pretty eyes but I haven’t slept all week

They’re open on the mirror painting dimples on my cheeks

I’m glad he didn’t notice where my edges clearly splinter

Especially since winter’s looking bleak

it’s eighty here in Glendale on a day five hours long

The sky stopped raining ash but Altadena’s nearly gone

This guy I miss came over just to hold me like a gun

But I don’t wanna cry again today

Anyway

I’ll get better or I’ll die

Maybe both at the same time

I’ll get drunk and I’ll get high

and I’ll accept a little life

Cuz a little’s more than nothing, I know nothing's in my way

Except a little of myself a little stuck in a little bit of yesterday

I’ll get better or I’ll die

Maybe both at the same time

I’ll get drunk and I’ll get high

and I’ll accept a little life

Cuz a little’s more than nothing, I know nothing's in my way

Except a little of myself a little stuck in a little bit of yesterday

I’ll get better or I’ll die

Maybe both at the same time

I’ll get drunk and I’ll get high

and I’ll accept a little life

Cuz a little’s more than nothing, I know nothing's in my way

Except a little of myself a little stuck in a little bit of yesterday