Up in the air where you left all your options

Hit the nail on the head that would soon close your coffin

You hate the city cause it makes you feel small

But whenever you’re home you’d stand above us all

And real life’s still over your head

I just hope that you understand

That you fucked up everyone that you loved

Said it wasn’t your fault and it was all the situation

You said it was all in my head

And now the space in my bed says that you’re better off wasted

You’re intoxicated again and you’re out with your friends

They’ll be ghosts in the end

Just know that this hole in my chest is still open from this

Hope it closes and I can get by the time we meet again

I hope you’re happy and I’m out of what you put me in