Mama said "it's not a crime to be alone"
And I know that I can live life on my own
And you, you're just a stepping stone
On a path that's largely been overgrown
But who knows, I just might take it one day
When the sun dips low and clouds turn muddled gray
And I'll do my best not to stray
You always said that was my way
But I know, I know, I know
That sunset spreads a beautiful glow
And the moon opens like eyes
In the bleak New England skies
And now I cannot see your face
But I remember every single trace
You hold yourself with such poise and grace
Yet there's tears on your pillowcase
You twist your words until they're fully obscured
As an excuse to never have to mature
No matter how much you hide and endure
I always know when you are unsure
I can tell that you're a mess without me
As you trail around with the bourgeoisie
And in a few years, I'll know exactly where you'll be
And it won't be up upon that bright marquee
But your heart it is still beating
And I hope that that is fleeting
And now I am deleting
The messages you left me on that night
