The Place

If it's not going good
It's not going to end
Because you'll still always
See those friends

Panic, nausea, guilt, and sadness
Always go hand in hand with your madness
If you yell at me and tell me to go
I'll still be sitting there, inside without the snow

When you bring up old shit
I'll sit down and listen for a bit
Practically forcing me off the premises
Really makes you my new nemesis

I wanted to hang out a little while more
Hanging with only you is just a fucking bore
It's about as fun as having a new cold sore
Goddammit, why are you such a whore?

You blame it on everyone else
Your alcoholism really needs some help
You must not have very good health
Always crying about not having wealth

Although I really despise these moments
I still come back and feel this alone-ness
We're practically begging, acting like we're homeless
I found some tobacco, wanna roll this?